At this moment he was somewhat incoherent. Fu Nancheng had always been low-key in Jiang City, and there were even few rumors about him.
But in fact, it's not that there wasn't information about him. It's that those who knew kept their mouths shut and dared not speak. Because this man's methods were too cruel and ruthless.
Fu Nancheng's gaze was fixed on Sun Yuhao's face, and he spoke lightly, "Fifteen."
The door opened quickly, and Fifteen entered, carrying a black suitcase.
Fu Nancheng slightly raised his head, "You want cash, right? Give it to him."
Fifteen immediately placed the suitcase on the coffee table and opened it. The suitcase was stuffed full of stacks of RMB, glowing red, and particularly glaring in the slightly dim light.
