"Ah, what's with that? Is one million a lot?" Ye Long looked at Wu Kun as he spoke.
"Boss, this, this is a bit too much, I don't have that kind of money!" Wu Kun said to Ye Long, looking quite distressed.
"Don't have that much money? Dammit, aren't you in the gang business? You don't even have a million?" Ye Long said to Wu Kun, clearly annoyed.
"No, I usually just collect protection money from this area, and I have a pool hall under me, no other source of income. I really don't have a million!" Wu Kun pleaded pitifully.
And by the look on Wu Kun's face, it really was true he didn't have it!
"Damn... nowadays, you don't have a few million and still have the nerve to call yourself underworld? I'm embarrassed for you!" Ye Long was exasperated; Wu Kun was really doing poorly, and in a pathetically so.
If it wasn't for Wu Kun having two or three hundred underlings, Ye Long would have beaten him up a long time ago and then thrown him out!
