"..." As soon as Chen Wei spoke, the room fell silent for a full half minute. Aside from a few scattered breaths, there was almost no other sound.
"Pfft!" Zhao Ziding, the boss himself, was the first to lose composure, bursting out laughing — more accurately, mocking, "Come on, man! So she got a cut on her hand, and you bring me all this trouble, even kill my people, and send me a coffin?"
Zhao Ziding was at a loss for words, unable to understand what kind of bad luck had struck him to encounter such an idiot.
Until the last second, he had been thinking that perhaps he had killed someone very dear to Chen Wei, like a close relative or a loved one.
Turns out, it was just about a woman getting a minor cut on her hand—a trifle, really.
"One million, I'll pay one million for the medical expenses to make sure your sister gets her hand treated properly, as good as new. Then, surely you will consider what I just proposed," he suggested.
