Upon hearing the distant sound of police sirens, Lin Yi put away his phone; since they had already arrived, he didn't need to call the police himself.
However, the fat guy rolling on the ground in pain seemed visibly flustered when he heard the sirens.
But when he saw Lin Yi's pale face, he seemed to regain some confidence:
"Kid, I'm giving you a chance now. The police will be here soon, and if this goes to court, it'll be bad for you. Don't even think about the 300,000; I'll tell them you intentionally hurt me, and not only will you have to pay me, but you'll also go to jail, you know?"
Lin Yi nodded at the fat man's words:
"I know, so what do you want to do? Why don't you show me a way out? As I said before, I can't come up with that much money."
Upon hearing Lin Yi's tone, the fat man gained even more confidence, even with the police about to arrive:
"I see you're quite sensible, plus I'm a kind-hearted person. I wouldn't bear to send you to jail.
