Beauty's Supreme Expert

0Standing up from the stool, Liu Yue was about to close the door: "But it's more worthwhile to eat. It's only 10 yuan for an ordinary meal."    0

    

Bang.    

    

Just as he finished speaking, the entire room's door was flung open. Before he could react, Liu Yue was knocked to the ground.    

    

"Liu Yue, I've finally waited for you."    

    

With a mocking gaze, he looked at Liu Yue. The tattooed man in the lead coldly snorted, "It's not in vain that I've been here for a month. Hmph, when will you pay me back?"    

    

"I don't even owe you money, why should I pay it back?"    

    

Liu Yue crawled up from the ground with his hands covering his broken skin. He retorted, "Don't pin those useless things on me. I won't take your bait."    

    

"Yo, Liu Yue, you sure got angry."    

    

Seeing that Liu Yue actually dared to refute him, the tattooed man was surprised: "I told you to kneel before, just kneel. I slapped your face and you endured. Now you actually dare to refute me, tsk tsk."    

    

"Liu Yue, what's going on?"    

    

Looking at the five people blocking the door, Lin Fann asked, "You borrowed their money?"    

    

"After my parents died, this guy insisted that my parents borrowed a thousand yuan from him, and then all the money went to the current fifty thousand yuan."    

    

Speaking of this, Liu Yue got angry: "It's a fake, my parents can't possibly borrow money outside."    

    

"Liu Yue, stop f * cking bullshitting. If I say that your parents borrowed it, then so be it."    

    

Pointing the wooden stick in his hand at Liu Yue, the tattooed man shouted, "If you don't repay this debt today, I'll let you know what it means to wish you were dead."    

    

With that, the tattooed man raised his remaining right hand and threw it towards Liu Yue: "Today, I'll teach you a small lesson and let you know what it feels like to owe me money."    

    

"Just making up a story to scam money? Don't you feel that it's wicked like this?"    

    

Lin Fann grabbed the tattooed man's arm with one hand and sneered: "For money, you guys even scammed people to death. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"    

    

"Hmph, whoever trusts this thing is a fool."    

    

Breaking free from Lin Fann's control, the tattooed man spat towards the ground, "You are Liu Yue's friend, right? Fine, if you want to help, then help Liu Yue pay fifty thousand yuan."    

    

"Fifty thousand dollars is not a problem. I'm just afraid that you don't have the ability to bear my fifty thousand dollars."    

    

Looking at the extremely cocky tattooed man, Lin Fann teased, "Of course, if you really want money, I can give you a hundred thousand."    

    

"Lin Fann, please don't."    

    

Hearing this, Liu Yue immediately pulled Lin Fann and shouted, "These people are blackmailing, they are just like that bald fella in the hotel, no, even more hateful than that bald fella."    

    

"Don't worry, my money isn't that easy to take."    

    

Lin Fann signaled Liu Yue to step back and asked the tattooed man, "I'll ask you again, are you ready to take my money?"    

    

"Liu Yue, this friend of yours is so fun, haha."    

    

Hearing that Lin Fann had given in, the tattooed man laughed loudly, "Hurry up and give me the money. As long as you pay back the fifty thousand yuan, none of us will owe anyone."    

    

"Alright, since you're ready, then I'll give you the money."    

    

Seeing that the tattooed man was waiting proudly, Lin Fann's mouth curved into a smile: "Give me fifty thousand first, let's go."    

    

Ye Zichen raised his hand and slapped the tattooed man fiercely, causing Lin Fann to slap the tattooed man's face.    

    

Crack.    

    

A resounding slapping sound rang out, followed closely by the tattooed man's blood-curdling screams.    

    

With a slap, the tattooed man flew backwards and landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.