Lin Yan arrived as promised at the place mentioned by Meng Li, in the old factory district, where there were few people around.
Lin Yan got straight to the point: "Where's the money?"
Meng Li's laugh was ghostly, "Have the nerve to ask me for money? I shipped out so much merchandise, not a cent returned, Pengfei's boss is unreachable, and you're asking me for money?"
Lin Yan's lips curved slightly, her smile bordering on scorn, her gaze cold.
"Does that have anything to do with me? I just want my five hundred thousand back."
Meng Li's face turned a shade of iron blue, fuming: "Still playing tough? If you don't return my goods today, you won't be leaving Zhenyuan County."
No sooner had Meng Li finished speaking than Achao, accompanied by several thuggish-looking men, emerged, each brandishing a thick, long stick.
After all these years, Meng Li was still the same, colluding with thugs, thinking she could intimidate anyone with their support.
