"Clack."
The lighter flickered with a blue flame as Blondie lit another Hongta Mountain cigarette and stuck it in his mouth.
He exhaled a puff of thick smoke, his expression gradually turning gloomy.
The stack of money on the ground wasn't small—at least a hundred thousand, far exceeding the thirty thousand he just spent on goods.
To say Blondie didn't like money would definitely be a lie; who would refuse money in this world? But having money thrown at his face was no different from a slap.
Having been in the underworld for so many years, it was the first time Blondie felt so wronged, and resentment boiled within him.
He picked up the money, weighed it in his hand, and then tossed it into the air.
Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew in from the shopping mall entrance.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
The red bills were swept up by the wild wind and danced in the air, forming an exquisite scenery.
