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Drip!
Tang Luo's phone chimed, a bank notification text message. Fifty million had already been transferred into his account.
He glanced at the message and revealed a satisfied smile.
Xue Hu, standing beside him, was in agony. To him, that fifty million was not a small amount—it represented nearly half a year's profits for the Evil Tiger Gang!
However, the thought that he could buy back his own life made him feel a bit better.
After all, as long as he was alive, money could always be earned back sooner or later!
But if his life was gone, then he would truly have nothing left!
"This... Mr. Tang, can you now tell me why you came to find trouble with me?"
Xue Hu looked at Tang Luo and couldn't help but ask again.
"If you hadn't sent people to trouble me, would I have come looking for you?"
Tang Luo lit a cigarette, saying so with evident annoyance.
"Huh? I sent people to trouble you?"
Not only Xue Hu was stunned, but even Old Snake and the others were taken aback.