At this moment, the crew-cut man lay painfully on the ground. All he could see was Liu Chen's polished shoes.
Liu Chen squatted down, revealing a sly grin with his little white teeth, and reached out his hand, "Hand it over, the card."
"You!!"
The crew-cut man's face was distorted from Liu Chen's punch, in agony, and upon hearing Liu Chen's words, he was filled with anger and resentment.
They had worked tirelessly all day to collect these twenty-plus cards, how could they willingly hand them over? Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?
Seeing the crew-cut man remain silent, Liu Chen's tone turned colder, "I despise anyone who insults my woman the most. It doesn't matter if you don't hand it over, I'll just take it myself. I wouldn't mind leaving you without an arm or a leg..."
Liu Chen's tone was indifferent, purely a threat. The crew-cut man only wanted to curse after hearing it.
Damn, he's a tough one!
