Chapter 35 A Flying Kick

• “What's so ridiculous about that? Aren't we just talking about ten thousand?” Casper said as he wrenched his shoulder out of Stallion's grip. After all, Stallion's greasy fingers were soiling Casper's clothes.
• Furthermore, the tattoo of Firewolf Chamber of Commerce's logo on Stallion's arm revolted Casper.
• “Haha, you're really something! Take the money out and show us, then! If you're lying, don't blame me for what I'm going to do to you next!” Stallion hollered, laughing so hard that tears were running down his face. At that moment, however, Stallion paused and waved his lackeys over, who proceeded to surround Casper. Several youths were already brandishing their fists, ready to strike at the first hint of Casper's failure.