Ying Zheng patted his chest, then took two more sips of alcohol to steady his nerves. After a while, he looked steadily at Fang Yi and said, "Bro Fang, that's not a joke you can make. The Fang Family, what are they? And what are we? You this..."
"Are you about to say that I'm being delusional?" Fang Yi said with a smile.
Ying Zheng didn't reply, his face a picture of embarrassment, silently agreeing.
Fang Yi laughed it off, not bothering to explain any further, "Alright, let's not talk about that. I'm not necessarily out to destroy the Fang Family, there are too many reasons, too complicated to explain to you. The reason I brought you two here is just to have you two pay up."
"ATMs?"
"If you want to see it that way, Old Ying, that's not entirely wrong," Fang Yi responded with a grin.
"But most of this money is from the Desire Sect."
