"How about this—I'll give you the house… It'll count as 50 million. You owe us 100 million, and since I'm taking back the house, you still owe us 50 million. That's reasonable, right?" Ye Wanwan looked at the middle-aged man with a light chuckle.
The middle-aged man maliciously spat out, "Load of f*cking bullsh*t! You want to die?!"
"F*ck your father!"
Big Dipper directed a vicious flying kick at the middle-aged man's head.
"You should thank me for being merciful or else a kick from your grandfather, me, would have shattered your head!" Big Dipper glared at the middle-aged man. "Where did you get the guts to rob your way to Sis Feng's house? Do you freaking want to die?"
"W-we… we aren't robbing… We're loan sharks…"
One of the middle-aged man's subordinates fearfully denied it.
"You dare to make excuses?!" Big Dipper slapped the young man's mouth.
