"Wan Kui's brother had a car accident a few days ago and died. You're asking us to go to him? Are you cursing our boss?"
Another thug immediately pushed and shoved.
The bar owner staggered back, utterly astonished.
That ferocious thug who would smash up shops whenever someone was late with the protection money had actually died in a car accident?
Could there really be such a thing as karma?
It was surely a cause for celebration that such a person had died, but looking at the unforgiving gang before him, the bar owner felt like he shouldn't be happy.
"Gentlemen, I didn't mean that, I really didn't know."
He squeezed out a smile, "I can't believe that brother Wan Kui actually had an accident. It's truly regrettable. It's just the protection money, I really have already paid him; you should have a record, right?"
"Record your mother's head!"
The thug pointed at the bar owner's nose, swearing without restraint, "So you're just looking to weasel out of paying, huh?"
