Everyone is afraid of losing too much money, but Yang Cheng is actively increasing the amount.
All around, there was chatter and shaking of heads, with people feeling sorry, thinking that the young man was a fool. It was such a pity.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, thinking he had met an idiot. He quickly changed his tune, "Fifty thousand! Give me fifty thousand, and we'll forget the whole thing!"
"You're quick to take advantage, but I'm not giving you a penny!"
Yang Cheng's smile was mocking.
"Dammit! Then what were you saying earlier, trying to mess with me?"
The middle-aged man roared, looking fierce and menacing.
"Yeah, I was messing with you. Who asked you to mess with me first, letting an old lady suddenly rush out to fake an accident, and then you two jump in to extort money? It's not your first time doing this, right?"
Yang Cheng spoke as his expression gradually turned cold.
