"No way, why is Brother Chen charging differently than before? When we used to hit Crown Prince, extortion was always a hundred thousand per head. And now, Brother Chen actually quotes a billion. Damn it, a billion! Even if I add up all of my own gambling dens, I couldn't earn a billion in just a year." Feng Zhixiao was so startled by Ye Chen's price that he almost dropped his cigarette out of shock.
"You really have the nerve to ask for the sky, don't you!" Old Madam coldly stared at Ye Chen.
"Hey, fatty, call your old man now!" Ye Chen looked at Fatty Liu, who shivered and fumbled his phone out of his pocket before dialing his father, only to be greeted by a roar over the phone: "What's the problem? I sent you more than fifty elites, that should be enough to take care of the Heavenly Reversal Gang!"
"Old man, we are being extorted here!" Fatty Liu's eyes rolled around before he said, "If you don't send the money over, both my aunt and I are going to die!"
