Ye Wudao's opening demand of 100,000 or 80,000 had all these guys wanting to cry without tears, but none dared utter a word of refusal. With over thirty of them, if they all chipped in, they could manage to bring together that amount of money. Originally they had wanted to extort and blackmail others, but now, not only were they beaten and disabled, but they also had to pay up to mitigate their disaster.
"No problem, no problem," the thirty-odd men hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off. If I weren't concerned about you dirtying my villa, I would've buried you all alive today. If there's a next time, I'll bury you in concrete," Ye Wudao said with a sinister tone, sending a shiver down the spines of the thirty-some men. With what had happened before as an example, they didn't believe Ye Wudao was merely trying to scare them.
