Liu Quezi was stepped on by Ye Long, his face turning deep red from holding back, feeling a never-before-seen fear!
"Cheating me out of my money? You've got some guts. Did you think my money was easy to swindle? Huh?" Ye Long exerted more pressure with his foot, and Liu Quezi felt a heavy suffocation in his chest, as if a massive boulder was pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.
"I... I was wrong!" Liu Quezi, intimidated by Ye Long's domineering attitude, began to beg for mercy.
This is how people are, the more you yield, the more they bully you; the tougher you are, the more they fear you!
If Ye Long showed even a trace of weakness, who knows how Liu Quezi might have taken advantage of him!
"Wrong? Ha, you think a simple 'I was wrong' will do? If I were in your place, and I begged you for mercy, would you let me go?" Ye Long scoffed coldly, fearing that if their positions were reversed, Liu Quezi would mock him even more mercilessly.
