"This is a million, not a hundred bucks!" Ding Fan looked at Ye Long and said.
"Heh, is a million a lot? Can't even cough up a million and you dare to call yourself rich and willful? What bullshit are you pulling, huh? Today, I'm going to make it crystal clear to you, if you're gonna act like you're loaded, you're gonna pay the price or you ain't walking out of here!" Ye Long looked at Ding Fan as he spoke.
Just the son of some damn bank president, acting all high and mighty because he's got a little cash. Then what about him, Ye Long, with his wealth in the tens of billions? Would the Earth even have room for his acts of arrogance?
"What are you planning to do?" Ding Fan's expression darkened as he looked at Ye Long and asked.
"Hey, you guys, tell him what I'm planning to do!" Ye Long said to his lackeys.
The lackeys immediately understood Ye Long's intention, and they started wielding their wooden batons, taking turns to greet Ding Fan!
