"Auntie, can you let me go!"
The gang leader, now tied up, was stiff all over. Watching the sharp knife threatening his little brother made him tremble non-stop.
Bai Haoxue, now wearing the skull mask again, impressively tossed seven loaded boxes in front of the gang leader.
"Each box contains ten million, count them."
"No need to count," the gang leader hesitated, looking at the fierce Bai Haoxue.
Bai Haoxue snapped, "What's on your mind? You act like I'm bullying you?"
Gang Leader: "..."
I'm tied up, and my little brother is under the threat of a sharp knife?
And you say there's no bullying, then what does bullying mean to you?
Of course, the gang leader could only complain inwardly.
"Auntie, Your Majesty."
The gang leader, pitifully and cautiously, reminded, "It's eighty million!"
Bai Haoxue nodded, "I know!"
"But you..."
Bai Haoxue said, "Since it's missing ten million, just chop off one of his fingers, won't you?"
Gang Leader: "..."
Huang Zhong and Son: "..."
