Fang Zhengqing, relying on his wealth and power, could walk sideways in Jiangnan City, or something close to it.
But he had never encountered someone like Liu Mang, who was utterly fearless.
Previously, Fang Bohao had been taken care of so miserably, and Fang Zhengqing was still hurting over it, but now, Liu Mang had come after him.
Liu Mang didn't care what Fang Zhengqing was plotting, he said with a heavy voice, "Your turtle son still owes me fifteen million, when are you going to pay me back?"
"I'll pay it, I'll pay on his behalf; that's okay, isn't it?" Unwilling as he was, Fang Zhengqing could only agree for now.
"That's more like it," Liu Mang said, taking out a bank card, "See this? This card, Fang Bohao owes me fifteen million, you owe me twenty million, totaling up to thirty-five million. When you transfer the money to my card, that's when I will let you go."
