After Zheng Jianhai and his son had left, Baldy Liu begged Zhang Xiaoshan again.
"Bro, I've settled this matter, and I won't skimp on the necessary apologies. Please show me mercy and spare me this time. I guarantee I won't trouble you again."
Zhang Xiaoshan probed Baldy Liu's intentions, realizing that after leaving yesterday, Baldy Liu had felt resentful and thought about retaliation; however, it was merely kindling, and Zheng Wen was the one who truly lit the fire, at least if Zheng Wen hadn't gone to provoke Baldy Liu last night, today's trouble wouldn't have occurred. At this point, Baldy Liu was indeed admitting defeat.
Being an old hand in the underworld, he knew that Zhang Xiaoshan was not someone to be trifled with, and decided to concede.
"Fine, since you show some respect, give me one hundred thousand yuan, and we'll call it even today."
Zhang Xiaoshan threw his machete on the ground.
"You can take this."
Baldy Liu hurriedly pulled out a bank card from his pocket.
