Suddenly, his face turned stern, "You can make it up!"
The Manager laid several loan contracts in front of Ye Cheng, "Twenty million, and you plan to brush off our master with just two hundred thousand?"
"If you can't pay up, then use your hands and feet as collateral."
"No… please don't cut me..."
Ye Cheng cried in fear, clutching Yaen Chi's shoe, wailing like a ghost, "I will definitely pay back, rest assured, I won't run. Otherwise, I have a sister, my own sister, she's very pretty, I'll give her to you, let her accompany you, just as a part of the debt repayment. As for the rest, even if I have to borrow from all my relatives—"
Before he could finish, Yaen Chi suddenly lifted his foot and kicked him in the face.
Ye Cheng's whole body nearly flew away, sliding at least a meter on the ground, hearing the man's icy voice like Cold Yama, "Leave him one hand."
"Yes."
At Yaen Chi's command, the Manager had people restrain Ye Cheng.
