"It's not impossible for me to hand over the money, but you have to let me know your identity first, right?" said Chu Liuyue calmly.
Seeing Chu Liuyue's attitude, that man thought that she was afraid and acted even more arrogantly. "I'm Eight Direction Clan's disciple, Wu Zhao!"
Chu Liuyue squinted her eyes. Eight Direction Clan… is just a lowly clan in Xi Ling. I didn't expect their people to dare to be arrogant in Ping Liang Square.
"I didn't ask for your name. I asked: Based on what do you deserve to collect my money? You don't sound like someone from the magistrate."
Wu Zhao was dazed for a while before understanding what Chu Liuyue meant. He clenched his fists and moved in closer.
Compared to his bulky figure, Chu Liuyue looked even more petite and small.
"Based on what? Of course, it's based on my hard fists! If you don't hand over the money, don't even dream of leaving this place!" He was clearly snatching money from her.