"Kid, it's not easy for me to make a little money. Are you looking for trouble?"
A burly man over two meters tall, his face covered in hard muscle, stood in front of Fang Cheng and glared at him viciously.
"You dared haggle five thousand down to two hundred? Nobody in all of Tokyo can bargain like you. Believe me, I'll open your eyes with this knife and show you another kind of cutting."
As he spoke, the man pulled a knife from beside him. Its snow-white blade gleamed coldly under the lights.
Fang Cheng calmly checked the compressed file the man had sent to his phone, then looked up at him. "We agreed on two thousand for the information. Now you're asking for five thousand. You clearly saw I was a student and thought you could scam me. I'm already showing you mercy by offering two hundred."
"Two thousand was the deposit. You're the one who didn't listen properly."
The man brought his knife down on the table beside him, its blade sinking deep into the wood. "Now I want ten thousand. If you don't pay tonight, you're not leaving. You can sell your ass at a gay bar to pay me back."
Fang Cheng's expression darkened.
"A handsome guy at my level could be the top host at the biggest, most popular host club in Tokyo. Rich women would scream and stuff money down my pants. And you want to send me to a gay bar? Do you even know how to do business? How much money can you make selling your ass?"
The man's mouth fell slightly open. For a moment, Fang Cheng's words seemed to make sense. The kid really was absurdly handsome.
But he quickly came to his senses, his face flushing red. "You think