Chu Yang looked toward the truck driver beside him and asked, "Brother, how much is your truck worth?"
The truck driver replied, "I bought my truck last year for over 80,000 yuan."
"Sigh... To buy this truck back then... not only did I use up all my family's savings, I also borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from relatives and friends... Now that the truck is burned... I really don't know how to face my family and relatives..."
"How am I supposed to live in the future..."
The truck driver, unable to hold back, covered his face with his hands and sobbed.
This truck was their family's main source of income.
He was injured after being beaten, the truck was burnt down, and the truck driver's family nearly faced total ruin.
Rage surged in Chu Yang's eyes as a cold murderous intent was instantly unleashed and locked onto the man with the nose ring.
The man with the nose ring felt as if he had plummeted into an ice cave, fear spreading throughout his body: "No... don't kill me..."
