“Damn it, I just got this new car which cost me several million, and this tramp here can't afford to compensate for my loss, so I beat him up. Do you have a problem with that? Why don't you help him pay me then!”
The young man sized Casper up and taunted him, “You're not just paying lip service, are you? A few million is not a trivial amount.”
“How much is it exactly?” As Casper took a glance at the scratch and then at the bruises on Felix's face, his voice turned icy.
“I can tell that you're penniless as well, and you're still playing the big shot in front of me.”
The young man in a suit glared at Casper with a disdainful look and added, “I'll tell you what. Don't play rich if you're broke, because you'll not only fail to show off, but you might also lose everything.”
Casper bore a faint smile on his face and patted Felix on his shoulder as he comforted him, “Felix, don't worry, just leave it to me.”