"Mr. Marsh, I don't have time to cozy up to you! Give me a straight answer, can you cough up the money or not?"
The man known as Jett reached out his hand, and an employee behind him immediately handed over an axe.
Crack!
Jett swung the axe down onto the wooden table of the food stall, speaking viciously, "The word from above is clear, if you can't produce the money today, we'll start by taking one of your hands!"
"Dad!"
Hearing the noise, Lory Shaw ran out from the back kitchen, standing in front of Jett and the others, "You gangsters, what do you think you're doing!"
"Wife, take Ives and leave, I'll talk it over with Jett."
Mr. Marsh quickly pushed his daughter into his wife's arms, explaining with a forced smile, "Jett, it's not that I won't pay, but the sanitation fee you're demanding is too high. This small stall of mine only makes a few thousand a month, and you're asking for five thousand right off the bat, I really can't afford it!"
