Everyone, just wait.
He would definitely return to Beijing City with a new identity and take back everything that belonged to him.
Bo Kecheng regained some confidence and had just stepped out the door when he encountered several tall figures coming towards him.
"Mr. Cheng, where do you think you're going?"
Mister Zhao squinted his eyes, and the scar on his face trembled, making him look incredibly ferocious.
"I, I..." His eyes flickered with guilt, and he changed the subject, "Why have you come in person? I was going to transfer the money into your account soon."
Mister Zhao, battle-hardened as he was, didn't believe a word of the nonsense coming from the other man's mouth.
"Okay, do it now."
The man's facial expression froze, his eyes and brows revealing clear panic.
He was drowning in debt—where would he find the money to pay it back!
