My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"Be good and hand over a hundred thousand yuan today. Someone like you probably isn't short on cash anyway. A hundred thousand, and you can consider it me selling this girl to you. How about it?" The man pulled a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and theatrically licked the edge of the blade.

A flicker of killing intent passed through Jiang Siming's eyes. If it hadn't been broad daylight, the people in front of him would already have been ash.

"Kid, looks like you don't know what's good for you!" The man grew impatient and reached out to grab Jiang Siming by the collar.

Smack.

Jiang Siming backhanded him across the face. What looked like a weak, casual slap sent the man flying several meters away. By then, the right side of his face had swollen like a pig's head.

"Boss!" The thugs behind him hurriedly helped the dazed man up.

"Get him!"

Feeling that he had lost face, the man quickly barked an order at his lackeys.

"This..." The thugs, who had been arrogant only moments ago, looked at their boss beaten into such a state, then looked at one another. For a moment, none of them dared to move.

These little thugs were fine when it came to scaring people, but when it really came down to a fight, every one of them bullied the weak and feared the strong.

"You useless trash, hurry up and get him!" the man roared savagely, his swollen right cheek already making his words somewhat slurred.

"Get lost!" Jiang Siming roared.

"Boss, as long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood! Let's leave for now!"

Without caring whether the man agreed or not, the other thugs hurriedly dragged him away.

"Are you rebelling? There are so many