However, judging from the expressions of Gui Si'Er and his underlings, they clearly didn't feel at ease. For a moment, the underlings all looked at Gui Si'Er, waiting for his orders.
Gui Si'Er suddenly laughed, "It's been a long time since I've encountered someone as tough as you, brother. It seems like it's impossible to get money from you without getting serious."
Saying this, he took the knife from Xiao Feng's hand, slammed his hand on the table, and said, "I'm not afraid to die. If I were, I wouldn't be in this line of work. But cutting off my hand is a bit much. How about I just chop off one finger?"
These words fell into the ears of Xiao Feng and the others, and it couldn't help but sound ridiculous. Not afraid to die, but afraid to chop off a hand—it's nonsense, right?
"Hold on!" Xiao Feng stopped him, "You just said you're not afraid to die, right?"
