"Fuck sharing, you want an even split of the goods and still expect me to pay you? One of my brothers was killed yesterday, and I haven't settled the score with you Myanmar Monkeys yet. And now you dare to ask me for money!"
Seeing the brazen arrogance of the Myanmar gang leader, although Lu Tong was furious, he found himself without recourse. He could only swear under his breath in Mandarin, which they couldn't understand, and had his men carry a suitcase full of cash over.
This suitcase contained a full million, an agreed upon additional service fee that Lu Tong was paying these Myanmar thugs.
And this money was precisely the crux of Lu Tong's dilemma. Fuck, every time he collaborated with this gang for a heist, these insatiable bastards would extort between one hundred thousand to several hundred thousand in service fees.
This time, they were demanding even more, outright asking for one million!