"What do you want, don't forget that my uncle is Wang Dahhu! If you dare to lay a finger on me, he definitely won't let you go."
Ouyang Ke said, trying to sound tough but lacking conviction.
Liu Chen sneered disdainfully and asked, "Are you talking about the one currently lying in the hospital?"
Only then did Ouyang Ke remember that his uncle had been beaten up by a gang of thugs for some unknown reason.
"Liu Chen, don't push me too far!"
"Haha, isn't your BMW almost gone by now?"
Liu Chen chuckled just as a few people approached, all bank officials. After showing their identification to Ouyang Ke, they said, "Please hand over the car keys and sign here."
"My car is just gone like that?"
Ouyang Ke exclaimed in shock.
"Yes, just like that." Liu Chen nodded playfully.
"Liu Chen, what's so great about you? At least I've driven a BMW. You've never even driven one; you can only drive a ten-thousand-dollar junk car." Ouyang Ke said deliberately, trying to regain some lost pride.
