"Young Qin..."
Hua She suddenly turned pale; if this arm was ruined, he'd truly be finished. It was hard enough to stake out those dozen streets near Jiang University, and now he might have to relinquish them to others. He did not want to retreat into obscurity so soon.
Hua She's expression changed, and then, gritting his teeth, he reached into his pocket with his unharmed left hand and pulled out a bank card, which now appeared in his hand.
Looking at the bank card in his hand, Hua She showed a pained expression deep in his eyes. This half a million wasn't a small amount for him.
"Young Qin, this is a token of my regard, the password is six zeros, and there is half a million inside. Please, Young Qin, kindly accept it."
Hua She said through clenched teeth, and then handed the bank card to Qin Yang.
"Do you think I'm short of this kind of money?"
Qin Yang laughed lightly and said disdainfully.
