"Are you threatening me?" Qin Yi looked at him with a smile, "You might not know, people who threaten me usually end up in a terrible state."
"I'm not threatening you, I'm just stating the facts."
The horse-faced old man was rather savvy and quickly spoke.
Qin Yi pursed his lips into a light laugh, raised his hand, and all the gold coins in front of the horse-faced old man moved towards him.
The horse-faced old man's face changed drastically, reaching out to grab the gold coins.
Qin Yi raised his hand, shaking in mid-air.
"Thud!"
The horse-faced old man's face instantly turned purplish-red, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on him, directly kneeling, with a bang, smashing the stone tiles on the ground.
Qin Yi slightly pressed his palm down.
The horse-faced old man was flattened to the ground, his bones making a grating sound.
"You really think my money is that easy to trick out of me?"
