Those people saw Shen Xian as a delicate and weak girl, thinking they could intimidate her into handing over money quickly.
In this cold weather, and with the New Year coming, their schedules were packed full, so they didn't want to waste time.
A few fierce and burly men crowded in on her. Shen Xian stepped back calmly, not wanting her car to get scratched during the scuffle.
To them, her movement looked like a fearful retreat.
"Scared, huh? Hand over the money quickly?"
"How much?"
The leader, sensing an opportunity, pondered as he looked at the two men collapsed by the roadside, "One seems to have broken bones, and the other might have internal injuries, judging by his pale face. Spending the New Year in the hospital isn't easy, so give us fifty thousand yuan. Let's settle this amicably, pay the money, and you can go home."
Shen Xian scoffed coldly, "Fifty thousand?"
"That's right, fifty thousand."
"I told you, I don't have any money," Shen Xian repeated.
