C17 (2/2)

From the alley, another three men walked out, sneakily following the woman.

Just as they were walking past Zhan Beitian, the drowsy Mu Yifan could smell an unpleasant smell of alcohol from their bodies.

He quickly straightened up, turned around, and let out a groan.

He ate the chili powder that he hadn't had the time to digest in the morning and spat it all out.

The three men looked down at the dirt on the ground and frowned in disgust. Two of the men quickened their steps and left while the other man yelled, ”F * ck, your father's pants and shoes are all dirty. You have to compensate your father.”

When Mu Yifan heard the cursing, he became much more clear-headed. Seeing his dirty pants and shoes, he immediately apologized: ”Sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know how much your pants and shoes cost.”

The man looked at the BMW that was worth over a million yuan behind Mu Yifan, greed flashed past his eyes and he pretended to be angry: ”My shoes are worth 8000 yuan, my pants are worth 10000 yuan, adding up, it would be 18000 yuan.”

Mu Yifan looked at the old leather shoes that were completely skinned off at his feet and the old pants that had a few cigarette butts burnt on them, and frowned. ”Are you trying to bluff me? Your pants and shoes don't look like you're asking for 18,000 dollars. ”

Even if he had the money, he wouldn't give it to someone like that.

”So what if I'm bluffing? If you don't lose money, don't even think about leaving this alley. ” The man said fiercely.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two companions surrounded him.

Mu Yifan did not care about them at all, he turned and looked at Zhan Beitian: ”Zhan Beitian, you go.”

Zhan Beitian, ”...”