"What... What did you say?"
"30 million. Did I make myself clear?" Sean replied.
"But... But..."
"Shut up, Zander. Let him charge the card and tell him to f*ck off."
"Got it." Zander immediately took out a card.
Everyone present focused on the card in Zander's hand. All of them were silent, not daring to speak.
The half-bald man's head buzzed as he thought, 'Could I possibly have hit the jackpot suddenly?'
As he hesitated to take it, the manager shouted again.
"Are you kidding me? Do you have 30 million just because you said so? Do you have any money? Why are you pretending when you have no money? We'll only find out if you have money after charging the card.
"I think these two only said that to get away!"
The statement was like a wake-up call.
Everyone there nodded in agreement.
"The manager has a good point."
"Yeah. What if they make a run for it after beating us up? How humiliating it would be if word got out that so many of us had been insulted and beaten up by two men?"
The boss shouted.
"Be quiet. I'm going to get the payment terminal machine. Don't let these two leave. I'd like to see if they're lying or serious."
With that said, the boss ran out in a flash.
No one would expect a man with a belly that big could run that fast.
The manager smiled darkly at Zander and Sean as if he had seen through Zander and Sean.
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