Tang Feng looked at the group of people, hesitated for a moment, but didn't panic. Instead, he calmly asked, "What do you mean, weren't you supposed to lead me here to get money?"
The stall owner sneered, "Get money? Dream on, if we let you take that ten thousand, how would we continue to do business?"
"Oh, so that ten thousand was just for show, not actually for someone to win, huh!"
Tang Feng nodded, "I understand now. You call me over here to get the money, but you don't want to give it to me, and you threaten me with a knife, hoping I'd give up on the money, right?"
The stall owner nodded, speaking coldly, "Exactly, kid, you're pretty smart. But we're not robbers, we won't give you nothing!"
"We'll give you back the two hundred, and you can take whatever you've won, as long as it's not that ten thousand!"
"How about it, kid, do you agree to these terms?"
Listening, Tang Feng responded, "And if I don't agree?"
