Zheng Qiang's face turned cold, trying to snatch back his gun, but Ren Feifan dodged it.
Ren Feifan's fingers tightened, in an instant the pistol turned into a lump of iron, which he threw directly at Zheng Qiang!
"Can we now discuss the protection fees?"
Zheng Qiang looked at the ruined iron in his hand, his mind set aghast with shock and incredulity!
Could this man supposedly belong to that other world!
How on Earth could Elime afford to hire such a powerful person!
"How should we talk?" Zheng Qiang's back had already gone damp with sweat, he was well aware, that his life was merely at the mercy of that man's whims.
The disparity between the strong and the weak was as vast as a chasm, so huge!
As a weakling, he didn't stand a chance to refuse.
"First: we will discuss you compensating for the damage inflicted upon Elime today, second: from now on I'll have your back here, you will pay me protection fees monthly, state your proposed monthly amount."
