Let time rewind a bit.
After Wu Xiaode transferred the money to a few gangsters, the gangsters left the martial arts gym.
On the main street.
The gangster with a beaten nose whispered, "Little Yi, that fat sheep is rich, why don't we—"
"Idiot!"
Lu Yi fiercely slapped him, causing his nose to bleed again.
He stood there, his eyes fierce, and scanned his minions, growling, "The guy could push his hand into the wall with one hand, you all saw it, and you still dare to mess with him?"
"Boss, Qian Mingkui and his daughter used his reluctance against him, didn't he just give in and pay up?" one gangster said, confused.
"Besides, we can call more guys, arm everyone with knives, and hit big," another gangster suggested.
Lu Yi, disappointed as if they were hopeless, said, "The money he has, if we dare to swallow it, we'll definitely end up in prison, with a heavy sentence, understand?"
He stole a glance and saw that one or two of the underlings still seemed unconvinced.