Looking at the unscathed bottle of liquor, a few people exchanged uneasy glances, suddenly feeling a bad premonition. They wondered if Baldy and his gang were really up to the task?
"Damn, what's with those looks? Don't you trust me? Whenever you guys caused trouble before, wasn't I the one who always sorted it out for you? Damn it, I'm a professional thug," Baldy said, uncomfortable with the strange stares they were giving him. "According to the usual practice, you pay up before the action starts."
"How much this time?" asked the young man.
Baldy glanced at Ye Fan, who was sitting with his head down, and then at Green Hair, who was lying on the ground in pain. He feigned profundity and said, "This time it's a bit tricky; the price needs to go up, ten thousand yuan, take it or leave it."
