Chapter 111 The Money Sender_1

Sitting in his chair, Yang Yi remained completely still, unfazed by these trivial skirmishes, which to him were no more fearsome than a scuffle between village women.

The bald man, seeing that Yang Yi wasn't scared, felt rather annoyed and glared at him.

"Kid, you probably don't know, but I've been around the block!" he said fiercely.

With that, the bald man rolled up his sleeves to reveal a dragon tattoo—and a scar from a knife wound—on his arm.

The tattooed youths showed an unusual respect for the middle-aged man, addressing him, "Fourth Uncle, just give us the word, and we'll take care of it."

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "It's you who won't gamble! Don't blame me when you bring the money later and can't afford to lose!"

With a sizzle, the Widow Li snuffed out her cigarette and tossed it into a cup of water on the ground.

She chimed in, "Talk is cheap! I'm giving you one hour—if you can come up with 100,000, then we'll talk about whether or not to gamble!"