Jiang Nan curled his lip. "Then how much do you have?"
Chen Lang looked utterly aggrieved. He still couldn't understand how the spirit gauze had failed.
And what the hell was that Great Strength Vajra Finger?
Was that some kind of spirit art, too?
Otherwise, he would've had the upper hand for sure!
"I can only spare a little over two hundred million in liquid assets right now. That's all!"
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes. "I thought I'd found a big spender, but you've only got this little bit of pocket change?"
"Fine, fine. Even a mosquito's leg has meat on it!"
Chen Lang nearly spat up a mouthful of blood!
A little over two hundred million was a mosquito's leg?
What kind of mosquito was he talking about?
With a stool hanging over his head, no matter how furious Chen Lang was, he had to swallow it!
He sneered inwardly. Go ahead and enjoy your smugness. You'll be crying soon enough!
The people in my family have already got their eyes on you!
Whatever you've taken, we'll make you cough it up tenfold when the time comes!
As he spoke, he signaled to Chen Peng beside him to hand over his phone, ready to make the transfer!
Jiang Nan held out his little hand. "Wait! I can't just take your money for nothing!"
"I'm a man of principle, too!"
As he spoke, he pulled out the Stall Cloth and spread it on the ground, then plopped down on the little stool!
At that moment, not only was Chen Lang dumbfounded, but Roland and Yu Qiao were stunned as well!
What was he doing?
Setting... setting up a street stall?
Did extortion come with this much ceremony now?
Did he really have to make it so formal?
Jiang Nan held