The strong man's face immediately turned bitter.
"I! I!"
Buzz!
The Kulun Sword pressed against the strong man's neck.
The sharp blade cut through the strong man's skin, and a stream of fresh blood seeped out.
"I'll give it! I'll give it!"
The strong man took out a hundred thousand gold coins, placed them on the counter beside him, and turned to run.
The old man looked at the gold coins, picked them up and stuffed them into Xiao Fan's hand, hurriedly saying, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir, for your help, but I can't accept these gold coins!"
Xiao Fan tossed the gold coins back, impatiently saying, "Take them if I give them to you. If you keep complaining, I'll wreck your shop!"
Seeing Xiao Fan's impatience, the old man was instantly stunned!
Xiao Fan stood up and walked over to Ye Chen, smiling, "Let's go. For scumbags like this, you have to fight fire with fire."
"Aren't you afraid of retaliation from others?"
