"You damned piece of trash! How dare you go against the Leo Group and not pay the protection fee?! You didn't want to hand it over just now, right? Now that the wallet is in my hands, don't even think about taking a single cent back!"
Noah picked up his wallet and spat at the stall owner.
Ignoring the stall owner's cries, he quickly caught up with Dylan's footsteps.
This group of people moved very quickly. In just a few minutes, they appeared in front of the stall selling water.
Looking at the people lining up in front of the stall, a touch of greed flashed through Dylan's eyes.
Before he could speak, Susanna had already walked up to him and handed him a hundred dollars with a fawning expression.
"Hello, Mr. Dylan. This is my protection fee. I've already prepared it."
Upon hearing this, Dylan shook his head.
Then, he slowly spoke under Susanna's confused gaze.
