"200,000! Have you lost your mind?!"
With Lin Yi's backing, Wang Lu wasn't afraid to confront these fierce and malignant people.
"If you two just behave, it'll all be settled with twenty thousand yuan." Song Wenhai said:
"Standing on the phone, he was shouting at me, making me call so many people over, gotta give some 'tea money' for the trouble, it's the rule of the streets."
Lin Yi pulled Wang Lu behind him and said to the Song family brothers:
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I've only got 20 yuan in my pocket, and you can have it if you want."
"Huh?"
The expressions of the two brothers changed, filled with a murderous aura.
"You didn't bring any money with you?"
"How can you say there's none? 20 is also money, don't aim too high, accept what you can get."
Song Wenhai's face turned ugly, and he punched Lin Yi in the chest.
"Kid, are you f*cking asking for death?!"
Lin Yi stumbled and sat down on the ground.
