"Sorry, sorry, got a bit too into character."
The burly man with a pig-like face hurriedly apologized and then shouted loudly, "Stop playing games with me, now go out one by one to get your wallets and phones, then transfer the money to the bank accounts I provide. Anyone who can't come up with two billion can just go die."
Under the escort of a group of mysterious individuals, a group of wealthy people orderly walked out, paying before they were allowed to leave.
"Sister Cang, Ming's move is too brilliant."
The man with the pig-like face excitedly looked at the person in the Chang'e mask, "Two billion per rich person, and there are over a hundred guests here. We can earn hundreds of billions from this one job, which is much faster than doing business."
"Tch, to think you are the master of a sect, and you get shocked by such a small amount of money. How can you mix with us this way?"
