"That ungrateful dog!"
Boom!
Fei Wuyan struck his golden throne in anger, shattering it in the process. Looking at his hand, he forced himself to calm down. There was no use crying over spilled milk.
He turned to the messenger.
"Keep the gold pieces from my throne. From today onward, the Money Gang is no more. All of you hide and go underground."
"Thank… thank you, Boss!" The messenger quickly bowed and collected the gold pieces from the shattered throne.
Fei Wuyan watched for a moment before snorting and quickly retreating. He did this not out of generosity, but because he deliberately left the messenger to face whatever might come through the front door.
By doing so, the messenger's gratitude might buy him some time, time that he desperately needed to escape.
