"Haha, so how much do you expect us to pay?" Lin Mu asked with a slight smile.
"Not much, twenty thousand," the balding man replied.
Lin Mu touched his ears and smiled, "Twenty thousand?"
"Yes, twenty thousand," the balding man repeated.
"Sorry, not even two cents, let alone twenty thousand, will I give. If you want money, go ask those thugs," Lin Mu refused. Asking for money from him was ridiculous, and demanding twenty thousand for a few broken glasses was clearly a scam. If Lin Mu were scammed, it would be a huge loss of face.
The balding man's face darkened when he heard Lin Mu's words, "Sir, I hope you cooperate with us, we have rules here too."
"Haha, what do your broken rules have to do with me? I didn't stop you from asking for money, just don't ask me," Lin Mu said with a wave of his hand.
"Sir, I hope you don't make things difficult for me," the balding man said, his tone stiff, as if about to erupt.
