"A child? Fine, I'll treat him as a child and not stoop to his level,"
Mr. Xiao sneered, "But you have to pay a price anyway."
"You name it!"
Dong Zhi's father said.
"Good, I'm not asking for much, just a million for medical expenses, and also, I want the kid's arm. That's not too much, is it?"
Mr. Xiao laughed.
Dong Zhi's father's face turned pale in an instant, "A million in medical expenses? You know I can't come up with that.
Moreover, if the child loses an arm, how can he go on living?
How about this, you can have the arms of us old folks instead, how about that?"
"Bullshit! Do you think you're in a position to bargain with me? You either pay up today, or I'll kill the boy. It's up to you."
Mr. Xiao sneered.
He proposed those conditions, fully aware that Dong Zhi's parents couldn't meet them; he was just looking for trouble on purpose.
Whoever hit his brother, he'd make pay a price.
