The sudden noise left many people dumbfounded.
All eyes shifted toward the back of the crowd to that young man with a cold expression.
Ye Huan kept a stern face, visibly impatient.
"..."
The whole place was silent; even the deafening metal rock music came to a halt.
The gamblers looked at Ye Huan, then collectively shivered, hastily backing away, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire if Shi Kelong decided to execute the kid.
"Going home to cook for your wife? I'll send you underground for a report!"
Shi Kelong's face was dark; he placed the gun barrel directly against Ye Huan's forehead and shouted fiercely, "Speak! Do you want this 24 million, and the end is reporting underground, or do you quickly get lost?"
"Let me remind you."
"One, get the money out for me within three minutes;"
"Two, I really hate having a gun pointed at me, so watch out."
Ye Huan looked indifferent.
Oh my god!
