The man delivered his final judgment on Xu Ke, looking at Brother Xu with eyes full of disdain, and even handed a card to the man who had just been bad-mouthing Xu Ke in front of him.
"The password is six zeros, and there's a hundred thousand yuan in there—use it as pocket money." The man tossed the card to the flamboyant man, who grinned widely in delight.
"Thank you, boss. You're truly generous, giving away so much money with just a flick of the wrist." The flamboyant man, holding the bank card, said with sparkling eyes and a bright smile.
The man reached out to pinch the other's face, "It's just a little money, and look at how you're smiling. You really have a thin skin."
The man may not have thought highly of the flamboyant man, but he didn't mind using his gesture of rewarding him to humiliate Xu Ke.
He intended to demean Xu Ke to the dust with this method, making everyone in the box watch Xu Ke with eyes full of contempt, waiting for a good show.
