Ma Buwei wiped his cold sweat, facing such a powerful creditor, how could he dare to say a single 'no' word.
He poured tea for Chu Feng and Long Fei, stood by the side nodding and bowing, "Gentlemen, I'll acknowledge this account. But the debt is too large. My annual salary is only ten thousand Spirit Stones. It would take a thousand years to pay this off!"
Chu Feng and Long Fei exchanged a glance, chuckling softly, "Don't pretend to be confused. Everyone knows the biggest business association in Bamboo City is organized by you. I reckon your annual revenue is at least a hundred thousand Spirit Stones, right?"
Ma Buwei's eyes darted around, unsure of what to say.
He glanced at his son, beaten and bruised on the ground, and kicked him angrily, "You useless thing, you've caused all this trouble. You tell me, how should we handle this? I don't want to be dragged down by you anymore."
