After he spoke, Brother Diao reached out and grabbed the cabinet next to him. A massive force erupted from his hand, and he brutally tore a corner off the piece of furniture.
He then crushed and kneaded the chunk of wood a few times before opening his hand. Sawdust immediately trickled to the floor.
"Brother Diao, Brother Diao, what are you doing? We're just trying to make a living. We've always made sure to give you a cut!"
Song Ziwen was grinding his teeth in hatred, but his legs were trembling so badly he couldn't utter a single defiant word.
"Oh? Is that so? How kind of you. Consider all your previous earnings a gift from me.
From now on, all income from your live-stream sales goes into my account. I take eighty percent, you take twenty. Don't say I'm not being fair. If this were anyone else, they'd strip you down to your underwear!"
"Brother Diao..."
"You got a problem with that?"
Brother Diao shot out a kick, sending Fatty crashing to the ground.
