Ye Shikai knows these underworld societies all too well. Do they reason with you? Strip away the veneer of civilized society, and it's still survival of the fittest, a society where might makes right. That's why he couldn't be bothered to waste words with them. He'd just barge in, take the money, and finish the job sooner.
"Kid, are you looking for death?" A bulky man suddenly charged out from a corner, holding a stool, and aimed it straight at Ye Shikai's head. Confronted with the sudden attack, Ye Shikai snorted coldly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, his body remained still. As the stool was about to hit Ye Shikai's head, being just ten centimeters away, in an instant, Ye Shikai disappeared on the spot, leaving everyone on the scene with their eyes widened like saucers.