"In a few days? A thousand bucks?" Chen Tianlong said, his mind sneering, suspecting they would renegotiate once he left, so he stepped forward two steps: "I want you to leave immediately to buy it, and add two zeros to the compensation fee for emotional distress."
"What? A hundred thousand?" Du Dachang's eyes nearly popped out upon hearing that. It wasn't compensation; it was outright robbery.
"Oh? Is that a lot? You don't have to give it. I'll give you a scare, and then you can compensate me a hundred thousand instead." Chen Tianlong said, starting to clench his fists.
"A hundred thousand it is, deal!"
Du Dachang looked at Chen Tianlong's fist, which was as big as a sandbag. If he got punched, he'd lose half his life, if not all of it.
