"There's no need to keep making things difficult for me!"
"I've already conceded!"
"When we gamble, isn't there a saying? 'Admit defeat and lose half.'"
"Seeing how cooperative I've been, can't you leave me a way out and let me go home to become a wealthy old man?"
"I don't want much money. Just leave me a few tens of millions in US dollars."
"..."
Zhang Beixing looked at him and smiled.
Honestly speaking,
The old man's request is actually not too high.
A few tens of millions in US dollars, how much is that really?
What he currently holds in his hands is worth far more than several billion US dollars.
He's only asking for a tiny fraction of it.
A person who earns a few thousand a month wouldn't mind giving a beggar on the street a one-dollar coin.
Zhang Beixing nodded, "Alright, although your request is quite disrespectful, I accept it."
"I wonder why you chose to run away at the beginning and even injured my squad?"
