Hmm?
What does this kid mean?
He's offering us thirty thousand? That's not gonna work!
The t-shirt guy decided to scare Ye Chen some more, but unexpectedly Ye Chen suddenly looked up and gave him a strange smile.
Suddenly, Ye Chen kicked again, striking the middle-aged man's other leg.
"Crack" went the sound.
The man's right leg made a teeth-gritting sound.
"Ahhhhh!"
The man let out a scream of pain that overpowered the music in the entire bar.
"Kid, are you looking for trouble?"
The t-shirt guy's face looked very unpleasant.
"You're the one who asked for a hundred thousand. Usually, it costs about twenty or thirty thousand in the hospital to set a bone. I'll count it as thirty thousand for him. You want a hundred thousand, so I'll break his two legs and one arm, and the remaining ten thousand will be for taxi fare. How about it, a good deal, right?"
Ye Chen looked harmless on the surface.
