"Since you and your spouse love money so much, I'll make sure you get your fill!"
Having returned to the private room, Lin Feng was determined to avenge his mother with a single act, wanting Zhang Lizhen to also beg his mother in humiliation. This was called a taste of one's own medicine—the embodiment of poetic justice.
"Everything's settled. With these two hundred thousand, plus the two hundred thousand that Zhang Lizhen and the others will send to my parents later, not only do I not have to worry about my uncle's issue, but mom and dad can also buy a house with this money..."
After all, this money was ill-gotten, Lin Feng used it without a hint of guilt. He was just about to log off and prepare to go home when he heard a noisy commotion from the other players outside.
"No way! Even Brother Ji isn't a match for that chick?"
"For real! Brother Ji also got shot in the head. A golden headshot, right between the eyebrows..."
