Feng Zhixiao and the others were dumbfounded, as if hearing a fantasy tale.
No, something's off. The price Chen is asking now isn't like before. When they extorted Prince in the past, it was always a hundred thousand per head. But now Chen is asking for a hundred million. Damn, a hundred million? Even with all our casinos combined, we don't make that in a year. Feng Zhixiao was so shocked by Ye Chen's asking price that he nearly dropped the cigarette from his hand.
"You're truly making an outrageous demand!" The old lady looked at Ye Chen coldly.
"Fatty Liu, call your old man now!" Ye Chen glanced at Fatty Liu. Fatty Liu, trembling, took out his phone from his pocket and made a call to his father. A roar came from the other end of the line: "What the hell, I sent over fifty elites to deal with that so-called Heaven-defying Gang; that should be more than enough!"
