The man nodded, tossing a stack of money out, "This is a hundred thousand, you take it first, in a week, go after him for the final payment. If you cut his hand off now, won't he still be unable to repay you?"
All Su Chengxuan wanted now was to save his arm. He quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely repay you in a week, Brother Niu, please be patient for a bit longer."
"On the account of this hundred thousand, I'll let you off today. If I don't see the money in a week, I'll cut off your leg."
Cold sweat soaked Su Chengxuan's body, and he subconsciously touched his leg.
He didn't want to become disabled, but how was he supposed to pay back so much money?
At this point, Su Chengxuan crawled over to the man who had just tossed the hundred thousand.
Under the night sky, he could barely make out his face. It seemed to be a foreigner.
