Hao Jian's mouth was full of sand, his face swollen like a pig's head, and his beloved Shen Yuqin was standing beside him, on the verge of shedding humiliating tears.
In his heart, he secretly swore that he would flay Ye Chenfeng alive and pull out his tendons, but for the moment, he had to endure it.
"It's... it's clean now!" The words squeezed out with difficulty through the gaps in Hao Jian's teeth.
Damn it, I'll make sure to get back at you for today's humiliation, kid, you just wait!
"As long as it's clean, that's good. Right, hand over the money, didn't you say you wanted to show me some respect? At least a thousand!" Ye Chenfeng casually picked up a steel pipe and slapped it against his palm.
Show you respect?
"Pfft!"
A few people almost coughed up blood—this was like a thief meeting a highwayman!
But Pock-Face didn't dare to delay, fumbling in his pocket for a thousand, and shakily handed it over to Ye Chenfeng: "Big Brother, this is to show you respect!"
