"Our accounts?"
The bar owner feigned contemplation before looking down at Qi Er, who was sprawled on the ground, already unconscious, "Are you referring to such trash? Fine. After all, it was my man who injured this trash. Isn't it enough that I pay you?"
He snapped his fingers.
Immediately, a bodyguard came over with a box and respectfully handed it to the bar owner.
Then, the bar owner tossed the box in front of Yin Tian.
Crash!
The box burst open, and a large amount of cash spilled out.
There was at least three million cash in this box!
"Should be enough, for the life of this piece of trash."
The bar owner scoffed.
He could tell that Yin Tian was not a simple man.
Thus, he thought to leave some wiggle room, not to offend Yin Tian too gravely, and not to escalate the situation beyond repair.
"Three million?"
Yin Tian raised an eyebrow, "Three million for a piece of trash's life? Quite generous."
"What, you think it's too little? I can add more."
