"I... ah... it hurts, let go, I surrender, I'll give you money, just let go!" The kid initially wanted to talk tough, but Zhu Bufan suddenly exerted force at that moment, scaring the kid into submission, and Tang Feng was now thoroughly defeated.
"Since you've surrendered, Bufan, let him go. Let him pay up!" Ouyang Feiyu didn't want to escalate the situation and decisively chose to settle matters while ahead.
Bufan released his grip, and Tang Feng, clutching his almost disfigured hand, roared with a fierce expression, "You little punk, just you wait, I'll make you kneel and beg for mercy, hmph!"
Bufan chose to completely ignore such empty threats. If I were afraid of your revenge, I wouldn't have gone against you! Tang Feng might not be a great guy, but his word was solid; he immediately arranged for someone to transfer 200,000 yuan to Ouyang Feiyu. Angered but accepting of Ouyang Feiyu's approval, he stormed off.
