"Fuck, don't listen to his nonsense!"
Yang Wei was dumbfounded, desperately trying to explain to his brothers.
"I smoke premium cigarettes because it's the money my dad gave me."
But the seeds of doubt had spread, and who would believe such crappy words?
Ye Fei looked at Yang Wei with a sneer and said, "How much did Ma Xuming pay you for this rat-throwing job?"
"He hasn't paid me yet."
Yang Wei glared at Ye Fei and shouted, then realized what he said and quickly made promises to his followers.
"This time, Young Master Ma has promised us twenty thousand yuan. I won't take a cent, it'll all go to you guys."
Upon hearing this, the gang looked at each other and gradually calmed down.
Yang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ye Fei with a cold gaze.
But Ye Fei, pretending to be contemplative, mused, "Just for throwing a few rats you get twenty thousand yuan, then the stuff you've done before must have netted you more than this. How much did you guys split?"
