Zhao Debiao covered his head in confusion and said, "Wasn't it 180,000? I've already paid a 20,000 deposit?"
"You hurt my people, don't you want to pay compensation? I've already suffered a great loss, Fourth Master isn't as petty as you."
Su Wu casually lit a cigarette, and his imposing aura made Zhao Debiao tremble.
Those cold, lifeless eyes, as if looking at a dead man, left him no time to think.
"Okay, 200,000, I'll give it to you. What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the money from the car!"
He roared at those around him, not daring to hesitate any longer.
Su Wu gave Wang Hu a look, and their men immediately followed him out.
A short while later, a canvas bag was brought over, containing exactly 200,000 yuan.
After counting them, Su Wu put the bags aside.
He pointed at Zhao Debiao, "You're a piece of trash, you even hit women. Have some backbone! Remember, suffering is a blessing. Get lost!"
Zhao Debiao dared not hesitate any longer, and despite the dizziness in his head, he hurriedly rolled out with his men.
They didn't notice that several little heads were peeking from the stairwell.
Seeing Su Wu's imposing presence, Li Zhi and the others exclaimed with delight.
Ma Shangfeng rubbed his cheek and muttered, "How much do you think the third brother will pay for my medical expenses? This is a work injury!"
"You bastard, you almost lost 180,000 yuan, and you still have the nerve to ask for medical expenses?" Li Zhi said with a face full of disdain.
Su Wu, however, was not careless and quickly gave instructions to Wang Hu.
"Find a few quick-witted people to work in the studio; they'll pay you there."
"Don't worry, Brother Wu, I'll arrange it right away."
Wang Hu excitedly agreed; what he had just witnessed had a profound impact on him.
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