Zhou Bapi and Zhao Changfa were arguing there for quite a while, with no intention of paying.
Xu Xiangbei did not have time to waste with them here.
"Are you going to pay or not?" His voice was cold, as if coming from the depths of hell.
"This is just a wager, President Xu, don't take it too seriously. Although I'm not very wealthy, I'm the general manager of a major company in Jiangcheng, respected and notable. And President Zhou has assets worth several billion. We are people of status, why would we owe you ten million?"
"Oh, so you're saying you want to pay?"
"No, my point is this matter should end here, and there's no need to strain relationships since we might meet again someday. Don't you agree?"
Though Zhao Changfa's tone seemed negotiable, the threat was clear.
"Oh, so you mean you're not going to pay? Then I suppose I have to force you!"
As Xu Xiangbei spoke, he got out of his car, looking ready to take action.
