Zhu Yan's drunkenness disappeared instantly, his body trembled, and his mouth quivered.
If that knife weren't pressing against his belly, Zhu Yan would have already ordered someone to beat up this guy, but now the knife is genuinely pressing against his belly, and he can't guarantee what consequences resistance might bring.
Inside, Zhu Yan cursed, wondering how things turned out this way. If he had known, he would have had him thrown out.
However, regardless of how much Zhu Yan cursed inwardly, it was a foregone conclusion. He couldn't change it and could only endure.
Zhu Yan shook as he looked at the man in front of him, who wore a mocking smile, saying nothing, which only added to Zhu Yan's pressure and made the man's intentions even more unpredictable.
But there was no choice; Zhu Yan had to muster up the courage and nervously smile, saying, "Brother, don't resort to violence, let's talk, whether it's money or something else, just say it. If I can give it, I definitely will."
