"M Country nationals?" the man with triangular eyes sneered as his gaze glided over Youna and the others, a look of amazement and greed irresistibly surfacing in his eyes.
Xue An leaned back in his beach chair, tending to his nails with a refined nail clipper, utterly disregarding the man.
But the man with triangular eyes thought Xue An was cowed, thus his arrogance grew even more rampant, pointing at the boxes of avocados on the ground.
"Who sold you these things?"
An Yan felt some indignation towards the arrogance of the group, and coldly said, "Is it any of your business whom we buy our stuff from?"
"Of course, it is! Because this beach is my territory!"
As he spoke, the man with triangular eyes cocked his head.
Someone was dragging a little boy forward.
This little boy was the one who had just sold the avocados, but now his face and body were covered in wounds, and he had passed out, dragged here by force.
