"Stop!"
Song Yun hurried over and crouched down to carefully examine the elderly person. With just a glance, he had felt this old man seemed very familiar, definitely an elder of someone close to him, but his face was smeared with dust, making it difficult to recognize who he was.
"Do you know him?" the luxury car owner asked in puzzlement, "Kid, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't try to show off. See my car? The cost of repainting and depreciation isn't less than fifty thousand yuan!"
"You won't be shortchanged!"
"Hey, what kind of attitude is that! If you're really capable, transfer the money to me. What's the use of just running your mouth! I've seen people who can talk a better game than you, and in the end, they wimp out just like a little bitch!" The luxury car owner frowned, attempting to grab Song Yun, but at that moment, Huang Baoding rushed over and caught his hand.
"Ow, ow, ow, are you guys bandits or what? You're so barbaric!" the luxury car owner wailed.
