Recognizing Mo Jiaolan, people immediately began to associate her with Ling Feng.
Amidst the crowd's chatter, Mo Jiaolan turned and said, "Alright, if this continues, it won't end well!"
"It just took a bit of effort to recover those US Dollars!"
Ling Feng smiled and stopped pulling out more money.
Then, looking at Gold Hair, he casually tossed the last bundle of money in his hand, which hit his acupoint perfectly.
"Do you submit?"
Ling Feng looked at Gold Hair's pale face and asked indifferently.
"Who, who are you?"
Gold Hair was initially just shocked, but as a pile of cash buried him to his chest, he suddenly realized that the man in sunglasses and a mask in front of him was no ordinary person!
But it was already too late to realize this; being humiliated in front of so many people was a huge blow to his pride.
However, he had no choice but to admit defeat.
It was clear that the person before him was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
