364 Chinese Gang

Just from looking at the thickness of the stack, the old man knew there had to be at least 10.000 in it. One question for 10k; this young man was too rich even if he didn’t seem all that well dressed.

"I am the one who gave the bracelet to Old He. Don’t trouble him. If there’s anything, just ask me," a deep voice sounded at the door.

A middle aged man with a scar on his adam’s apple came in. It looked like a bullet scar. Although it was blocked by his hair, Ye Mo could see it with his spirit sense. If the bullet had gone just a little more to the side, this man would be dead.

He had calluses all over his hands. Ye Mo didn’t know what he did for a living, but the man had some killing chi on him. It was obvious he had killed and not just once. He was a tough guy.

Yet no matter how tough he was, it was just like floating clouds in front of Ye Mo. Ye Mo said plainly, "Tell me where the bracelet came from, and the money is yours."