"Okay!"
He Chen chuckled and snapped his fingers.
Immediately, a lackey came up holding a briefcase; He Chen nodded, and the lackey threw the briefcase in front of Brother Rhino.
Suddenly, twenty stacks of neatly arranged hundred-yuan notes appeared before everyone's eyes.
"This is for you," He Chen said with a playful smile, then his expression darkened, "Do it!"
Four burly men stepped forward, pinning Brother Rhino's arms and legs; Liu Lao San chuckled, picked up a baseball bat from the ground, and smashed it heavily onto Brother Rhino's shoulder blade.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
Brother Rhino let out a miserable scream, his complexion instantly turning as pale as snow, his forehead beading with cold sweat.
He knew his left shoulder was done for, and it wasn't going to heal any time soon.
As for the two hundred thousand on the floor, he'd have to be missing a few screws in his head to dare take it.
