The bald brute's forehead broke out in cold sweat in an instant; he never expected that just a simple disagreement would lead to the other party drawing a firearm so directly. Most importantly, he swore on his little brother that he really hadn't seen how the man pulled out the gun. He would have noticed such a large gun when they entered the store, but there was truly nothing in his hands just now.
Unless the other party conjured it up out of thin air, he couldn't help but spit, the bald brute quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, boss, follow me." Although there were other people in the store, not a single one of them spoke up. No one wanted to provoke Finn Lewis, especially seeing he was backed by more than twenty people; everyone wisely kept quiet.
Everyone knew, this guy was no pushover. "Renting a fly car for one day costs 5,000 Black coins, is that acceptable?" the bald brute quickly led Finn Lewis to a counter and started processing his information.
