Fourth Brother Zhao chuckled coldly, "Kid, didn't you say you already got five million? How come you're running over here now?"
"Brother Zhao, let me explain. I did get five million, but it got snatched back by them. But don't worry, if I could get it once, I can get it again."
At this moment, Lin Fucheng's mental state was close to collapsing. He never expected that even running back to his hometown, he'd still be found. To make matters worse, it seemed Fourth Brother Zhao had even arrived ahead of him. He couldn't help but wonder, how did Fourth Brother Zhao know about his hometown?
Not to mention, this place was his very secluded grand-uncle's house. Even Tang Tiantian wouldn't know about it.
But asking that question now wasn't appropriate. The most urgent task was to calm Fourth Brother Zhao down, give him some leeway, and then find another place to flee.
Unfortunately, Fourth Brother Zhao had seen all kinds of dodging tactics from gamblers.
