11:30 PM, still in that shanty town.
At this moment, only a few dim streetlights flickered alone, and the surrounding air was eerily still.
"Move!"
Zhao Tienan glanced at his watch, felt the time was ripe, and immediately sprang into action.
"Who?"
Old Wang suddenly woke up from his sleep, hurriedly pushed away the blanket, and asked fiercely.
"Bastard!"
"Who we are is not important."
"What matters is you have to cough up the money that doesn't belong to you, or bear the consequences."
The burly leader grabbed Old Wang's head and said menacingly.
"Ah, cough it up?"
"Who the hell are you, don't even think about being arrogant here. This twenty thousand, I won't give you back a single cent."
Old Wang gritted his teeth and said resolutely.
That's just the way he is, a complete miser, even at this point he was still unwilling to part with that bit of money.
"Heh..."
"Alright, you're gutsy, but I want to see how long you can hold out."
