The courtyard fell into silence, everyone watching the two men sitting under the small shed.
The middle-aged man, after gritting his teeth and offering one fifth of the wedding cash, stared at Yan Fei, awaiting his decision.
Yan Fei ate two more eggs before lifting his head to sneer at him, "You want to drag me into this, make me your hired muscle in your turf war, by offering mere fractions of the wedding cash?"
If the middle-aged man's drastic change in face before was a bit of an act, now upon hearing Yan Fei's words, his complexion truly changed. Immediately he spoke, "Not at all. You're overthinking. We genuinely want to give you a fifth share, to have you supervise us, and prevent us from making mistakes in future."
Yan Fei ignored him, starting to focus on eating his eggs.
The man who soared to the rooftop earlier under the guise of rescue actually slipped into the crowd to discuss what to do next.
