Yang Fan was still smiling politely as he spoke, "No regrets, but I can certainly put you in a coffin." Once finished speaking, Yang Fan grabbed Old Qin by the collar with one hand and yanked him up.
"You... let go..." Old Qin was terrified; he was too old to break free from this overpowering strength.
"Old undead, I've seen many troublemakers, but never one as plain-looking and powerless as you. Demanding 500,000, you have the nerve to ask for that. How about I give you 500,000 in joss paper, would you take that?"
"Help, someone! There's a dead man here..." Old Qin howled.
Immediately after, about seven or eight men entered from outside the house. They were Old Qin's son and his neighbors and relatives.
Old Qin had a great money-making opportunity, and they wanted to see if they could get the 500,000 too. They waited outside the house, listening for any noise inside. When Old Qin howled, the seven or eight of them rushed in without delay.
