"Young man, as I've said before, I no longer want this twelve-million antiquity and consider it as making a new friend. My sincerity is right here. It was you who insisted on paying. Young people tend to be hot-headed, full of youthful vigor—I understand. But if you ask around in City Z about me, Wang Hao, who wouldn't know?"
"As someone who's been through it all, I'd still advise you to leave room for maneuver so you can meet again in the future without acrimony. Don't burn all your bridges and cause unnecessary trouble for yourself and your family."
Wang Hao, holding a pair of sunglasses and sporting a shiny bald head, looked tense. Standing at about 1.9 meters tall and weighing around 180 to 190 pounds, he was all brawny muscle. To ordinary people, he definitely seemed like a fearsome figure, not someone to be provoked lightly.
