These two hundred yuan could be considered Liu Cuilan’s burial money.
Taking the two hundred yuan from Liu Cuilan’s hand, Scarface counted it slowly, the bills making a crisp "swish-swish" sound.
A cold, sharp smirk played on his lips. His gaze, as icy as a blade, fixed squarely on Liu Cuilan. "Just this? What about the other eight hundred?"
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