Early next morning, the employees of Zhang Jun's company gathered ten million to ransom him.
Before leaving, that brat threatened with a ferocious face: "Li Fei, I promise, I will come back to fight."
Li Fei responded calmly, "Alright, make sure to prepare more money next time, take care."
"Humph, let's go." Zhang Jun then led a group of employees away dejectedly.
Soon, the Three Scoundrels gathered again, venting their grievances to each other.
Liu Jiawei was perplexed: "Young Master Zhang, how did you get out? Could it be Li Fei showed great mercy and let you go?"
"You thought too highly of him. My men brought ten million, only then was I freed."
"Young Master Zhang, you lost two hundred million. Are you really letting it go like this?"
"Of course not, I can lose to some notable figures, but Li Fei is nothing, someone we wouldn't even look at."
"That's right, I totally agree, we won't let this slide."
"How about we kidnap him?" Chen Feng suggested.
