"I just want to know what's inside the boxes you are moving?" Chu Molin pointed at the boxes they were carrying and asked.
"That's none of your business." How could these burly men possibly tell Chu Molin? Their goods were meant to be sold elsewhere, and if people found out, how could they keep doing business?
"What if I insist on looking?" Chu Molin slowly approached them.
"Then don't blame us for being rude." The men looked at chu Molin, wondering who he was.
"And how do you plan to be rude?" Chu Molin fearlessly stared back at them.
"We'll force you to drink a penalty after refusing a toast." The men slowly surrounded Chu Molin. Meddlesome people like him deserved no courtesy.
"Then you can try." Chu Molin stood still and stared at them. He did not halt his steps, but moved closer to them.
"Boys, get him." Seeing Chu Molin's demeanor, the group leader knew that trouble was unavoidable.
