Rustle, rustle...
Over a dozen little brothers swiftly picked up machetes and charged over, causing the shop owner to hurriedly hide behind Feng Zhixiao, shouting, "No, no, I'll transfer, I'll transfer, okay?"
"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you!" Feng Zhixiao coldly snorted and said, "Give him one million!"
"Ah?! Brother Feng, wasn't it one hundred and twenty thousand?" the shop owner hastily asked.
"Shit, my little brothers already moved their hands; don't you think they deserve a 'handling fee'? Let me tell you scammers, I've always been disgusted by how you rip off and oppress customers." Feng Zhixiao glared at him and said, "If you speak another word, I guarantee you won't even get the one million."
