"Fool, why thank me? What's mine is yours." Ye Chen smiled faintly.
"Ye Chen, it's past five, time's up. Where's your money? I only see four billion—it's not enough!" Zhang Bufan sneered lightly.
"Everyone, open the boxes!" Ye Chen snorted coldly.
Feng Zhixiao, along with a dozen followers, opened the boxes. Piles of thick, brand-new, or slightly old RMB bills were immediately displayed in front of everyone. Each box held ten million, and ten boxes made a billion. This was all the assets of the Heaven-defying Gang, to the extent that even Ye Chen's Villa No. 1 was pawned for thirty million. Now, the Heaven-defying Gang had zero in their account; the casino expenses could only rely on the income starting today from three bars and two casinos.
With fixed assets and income, they didn't have to worry about basic needs. Ye Chen boldly took out this money.
