"Hey, how the fuck can you claim it's just fifty thou? You got that kind of cash?" The tattooed hulk glared at Hao Jian. In his eyes, Hao Jian's shabby clothes didn't look like those of a rich man—how could he possibly have fifty thousand?
Hao Jian glanced indifferently at the big guy and said to Li He, "Give me a day's time. After one day, I'll give you the money."
Although he had several checks on him, they were not cashed, and his card didn't have that much money, so he could only wait until tomorrow to cash the checks and then have the money to give to Li He.
"One day? I'm afraid even if I gave you one year, you damn poor bastard still wouldn't be able to scrape together that cash! Let me tell you, if you can't come up with the money, I'll make sure that kid's body floats down the Huangpu River!" The tattooed hulk sneered.
