His expression was changing unpredictably, unsure what Ye Xuan was up to—both bewildered and alarmed, he said, "Mr. Ye, I've already given you the money. Could the amount be wrong? I'll have my men double-check it right away. If there's anything missing, we'll make it up immediately!"
Ye Xuan's lips curled upward slightly, and he said indifferently, "No need to check again. The amount isn't wrong, but there's still one thing missing."
After he spoke, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up, and walked step by step toward Song Bangyao.
Song Bangyao trembled inside, fearing the worst, "What... what else is missing?"
Ye Xuan, standing tall and looking down at him, smiled faintly with a serious expression on his face, "I said I came to collect a debt. Of course, what's missing is your head!"
Missing... your head!
Upon hearing these words, Song Bangyao shuddered all over, so frightened that he nearly wet his pants again.
