Yang Wei was even more unabashed. His greedy eyes darted between their faces. However, he couldn't see anything he wanted, as both women were dressed demurely that day. His frustration grew. "Just hand over the money nicely. Otherwise, it won't just cost you two or three hundred thousand; it might be up to a million... Ladies, that's the price for messing with me."
Before he could finish his sentence, his vision abruptly went black as the stool he was sitting on was kicked out from under him with a loud CRACK. "Hey—" His cry was choked off in his throat as two burly men seized him. Their fists rained down on his head, face, and body.
Screaming in pain, he rolled on the ground, clutching his head, but to no avail.
The two men continued to beat and berate him. "You want a million in compensation? Who the hell do you think you are? Alright, you want a million? We'll give it to you, but you'll spend the rest of your life in a hospital..."
"Help... please... help!"
