"Humph, isn't it just 160 thousand dollars? So what? I don't care."
The middle-aged man snorted, turned around, and was about to walk toward the door of Aroma Café.
But before he could take a few steps out, Emery stopped him.
Emery stood in front of him.
"Hehe, did I let you go?"
Emery looked at this person with a half-smile.
"Boy, don't be shameless when I let you go. Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man glared at Emery fiercely.
"I don't care who you are, but I care about when you start to run naked," Emery still said with a smile.
"Fuck you... You are risking your neck."
The middle-aged man was angry and rushed to Emery with a curse.
Slap!
However, before he could touch Emery, he was slapped hard in the face.
The middle-aged man was slapped to the ground immediately, and there were bruises on his face.
"Ah... Son of a bitch, how dare you hit me..."