"Fine, I'm fucking asking for it, I'll kill you today!"
The man swung the iron rod in his hand toward Ye Ling.
Ye Ling dodged swiftly, immediately avoiding the blow.
At the same time, Ye Ling kicked out, striking the man's chest with a loud 'bang'.
The man's iron rod dropped from his hand, and he was slammed hard against his own explorer.
The loud noise made the waiter's heart tremble fiercely.
He didn't feel any pleasure from it, but instead, a sense of fear.
"You still want the money?"
Ye Ling walked up to the man, grabbed him by the collar, his body radiating a murderous aura.
The man felt as if he had fallen into hell, surrounded by demons, trembling in terror.
"No... I don't want it anymore..."
"It's better that way."
Ye Ling took out 30,000 cash from his body, which he always carried with him.
"Same as before, I give you 30,000, and we call it even. If you're not willing, then go ahead and call the police, but if I find you, I'll kill you!"
