Chapter 159 Eliminate the Root of the Problem

• I gritted my teeth and put up five fingers in front of Obin. I was ready to give him fifty thousand so that he would find somewhere else to bluff his way around instead of staying in Jacinth City.
• “Hudson, isn’t fifty thousand too little? I’ve been in the scene for more than ten years,” said the crook.
• Upon hearing this, I frowned slightly and inwardly let out a cold snort. His eyes were truly bigger than his stomach. “Then, how much do you want?”