West Suburb old residential area, not far from Hu Yong's house, a laundromat.
Hu Yong's cousin's wife was sitting in the shop when a man with a sneaky look on his face burst in, filled with outrage.
"How did it go?" the cousin's wife immediately asked.
"No sign of anyone, knocked on the door, no answer, the neighbors said it seemed like they didn't come home last night!" said the man angrily, who was in fact Hu Yong's cousin.
"Didn't return all night?" The cousin's wife's eyes immediately widened, "What are they trying to pull? Thinking about running away? Can you really outrun the temple if you're a monk? Is he out of his mind?"
The cousin furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, "They can't run, but to make them cough up thirteen thousand all at once, it might be a little hard."
