Over three million yuan turned into worthless fragments in the blink of an eye, and both Zhang Dahhu and Liang Mingyan's eyes were bloodshot, especially after hearing Ellor utter the word "trash," which was a severe blow to them. Their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. What infuriated them the most was that they had been led by the nose by Ye Fan the whole time, completely played for fools by him.
What was initially worth a bit of money had now turned into a pile of pieces.
Zhang Dahhu, panting heavily, glared at Ye Fan with gritted teeth. He walked briskly a few steps towards Ye Fan, reaching out to grab Ye Fan's collar, only to have his wrist caught in a countermove. The intense pain brought back a shred of sanity to Zhang Dahhu, but the disgruntled man still glared at Ye Fan with ravenous eyes.
