"Stop pretending to be confused with me here. I saw your transaction clearly just now." Huo Jing pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet. "Don't worry about the money, not a single cent less."
"I really don't know what you're talking about?"
Huang Mao found Huo Jing increasingly suspicious, so he insisted on playing dumb. He didn't want to greedily take money only to end up in dire straits.
After all, selling this stuff could get you heavy sentences; it could even get you shot.
He's so young, not wanting to say goodbye to the world in his twenties.
"Damn it, you don't want to make money even when offered? Are you an idiot?"
Annoyed by the other's constant evasions and refusals, Huo Jing cursed loudly.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first, sir. You're drunk."
Huang Mao started to walk elsewhere.
"You think you can leave that easily?"
Huo Jing reached out to block him. "If you don't give me what I want, you can forget about leaving here today."
