"Please, Zhou Ge, be kind. Look at our years of friendship and charge me the normal interest rate. I just happen to have 18,000 Silver Cannon on me."
The woman lifted her beautiful legs slightly, leaned close to Zhou Kui's ear, and in a tone carrying a hint of seduction, she whispered softly, "If it really doesn't work... Zhou Ge, I'll come and thank you in person today. I'll treat you to a drink. How about that?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Kui felt somewhat silent, his palms growing hot, producing a few beads of sweat.
The gang members were fundamentally a bunch of aimless punks, caring about nothing beyond money, except for the desires in their pants.
To say they're not tempted by the "delicacy" offered to them is utter nonsense.
But...
Zhou Kui cautiously turned his head to glance at Qian Sanjin behind him.
The gang leader wasn't even looking at him, silently playing with the wooden box in his hand, never once voicing his opinion.
