"This is my turf, I can talk however I want. You got a problem with that?" the young man said angrily.
Eight-Faced Yama was about to speak when Su Yang, sitting in the back, chimed in, "Does your uncle know you're collecting money here?"
The young man's face turned slightly frantic, but he still stuck out his neck and said, "Of course my uncle knows, he's so good to me..."
"Is that so?" Su Yang said with a light smile, "So, your uncle told you to collect money here?"
"What the fuck is it to you?" the young man said, enraged with embarrassment, "I'm telling you, you'll never have the chance to meet my uncle in your life. Once my uncle is free, I want to see how you bastards die. Damn, what bullshit, you just want to kneel before my uncle in person and beg for mercy, now you're trying to act tough in front of me. Just wait and see how you cry later!"
"I hope you're not the one crying later," Su Yang said with a light smile.
