The entire crowd fell silent.
Li Xingxuan also fell silent.
Chu Fan silently took the one hundred fifty taels in silver notes from Li Xingxuan's hand.
Li Xingxuan gritted his teeth, deeply resentful. He tried again, recalling the phrase, "I'm not a dog, I'm a man. A dog won't eat my ship, I'll eat a dog's ship..."
SLAP!
Li Qingxue slapped Li Xingxuan on the back of the head. "Stop making a fool of yourself!"
Li Xingxuan stared up at the sky, starting to question his own existence.
The onlookers desperately stifled their laughter, not daring to make a sound. Their faces turned crimson from the effort.
After all, Li Xingxuan was known as the Little Overlord, and no one dared to cross him.
Chu Fan lightly patted the silver notes in his hand and couldn't help but remark, "I was a fisherman for two years and endured endless bullying. I never imagined making money could be this easy."
"…"
Zhou Ye and Li Xingxuan glared daggers at him.
