"You..."
Humiliation and anger made Wang Li tremble all over, his bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at the rogue in front of him.
Yet apprehensive of the other's ferocity, he was frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.
Sang Gou saw him speechless, gave a smug snort.
His gaze quickly shifted and fixed on the blue canvas bag on Fang Cheng's shoulder.
"The money's in here, right? Let me see if it's enough."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the strap of the canvas bag, yanking it forcefully towards himself.
The first pull didn't move it.
The young man just stood there, his feet as if rooted, the canvas bag still clamped under his arm, his whole body unmoved.
Sang Gou was momentarily taken aback, then his face darkened, gripping the strap with both hands, and exerted a fierce tug backward.
Just then, a strong, slender hand suddenly raised and clasped Sang Gou's wrist.
"Don't use too much force."
