Tang Zhong counted the money in his hand, then glanced at the motorbike again. Not bad, pretty powerful, he would have transportation for his trip to that Leya International tomorrow.
Xin Bao saw Tang Zhong counting money and must have thought he was forgotten. He quietly lifted his foot, preparing to sneak away.
"Stop there, who said you could go?" Tang Zhong said, while looking at the motorbike.
Xin Bao's whole body jolted, and he stood there, not daring to move. The scene of him previously getting beaten by Tang Zhong was still vivid in his mind, and he definitely didn't want to get beaten up again.
"Do 100 push-ups!" Tang Zhong ordered, still looking at the motorbike.
Upon hearing this, Xin Bao's mind switched gears, and he quickly got down on the ground to start doing push-ups. Up and down, up and down, 1, 2...100. Xin Bao was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in sweat. Those 100 push-ups had almost killed him.
