The lead gang member looked at the fatty Ding Lao as if he were easy prey. His smile showed nothing but the superiority and malicious intent of a bully.
"Hey, fatty, you got my juice today?" the leader asked as he led his gang members, armed to the teeth, into the courtyard. One of them spat on the ground without any respect or restraint, as if they owned the place.
"Err…" Fatty Ding Lao was clearly shaken by the sight of the gang members. He retreated a few steps before the gang leader came over and wrapped an arm around Ding Lao's neck as if they were friends.
"Seriously, fatty, if you have not prepared the money, or if you just do not want to pay, you already have a magic word. Just say that you will sell us this rotten house of yours, and we are even." The gang leader said this while patting Ding Lao's shoulder as if he were his best friend.
