But Wei Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, as last time, all of his elite underlings had been sent to the hospital by Xiao Han. If this time's men were to be injured by Xiao Han again, he wouldn't have any usable people left.
For Wei Qiang, this was an absolute disaster.
So he was very honest, turned around, and shouted to everyone, "Take out all the money you have on you."
Instantly, everyone's faces turned sour, extremely reluctant. They were gangsters, yet they were being robbed. If word got out, how could they continue to mix in the underworld?
"Seems like they're not too willing," Xiao Han said lazily.
With those words, sweat broke out on Wei Qiang's forehead. He turned back and roared, "Fuck, are you looking to die or what? Hurry up and hand over the money, or else I'll go back and wipe you out."
He was truly desperate, afraid that Xiao Han might make a move against him at any moment.
"Hand over the money."
