355 The City of Depravity [4]

"…sir, please grant me some money just for this once. With your generosity, my daughter will be able to study in a good school. She'll have a bright fut—"

Pa!

Another loud slap reverberated in the restaurant as the boss clutched his another cheek.

This time, his palm covering the cheek was touching a sticky, warm liquid.

"Boring!" Peter shook his head and raised his hand.

"P-Please!" The boss begged once again. "I'll repay you twice the amount!"

"Now we're talking." Peter nodded. "Let's see, you're giving me 30% profits and twice of that is…"

"60%"

Pa!

"It's 75% you fool!" Peter slapped him again and bellowed.

"…yes. Whatever you say." The boss didn't fight back. It was useless.

At least, it'd be 75% only for one month. At least their safety was guaranteed. At least, no one would sell him and his family as slaves.