"Where's the money?"
Zhang Lin opened the suitcase she brought, revealing stacks of enticing red banknotes neatly arranged inside.
Lowering his head to check the money, all were genuine. The men wearing duckbill caps, including Yellow Hair, exchanged glances, their expressions hinting at something sinister.
"Take the money and give me the stuff!" Zhang Lin felt uneasy, fearing that something else might go wrong.
"Give you the stuff?" Yellow Hair, standing in the shadows, spoke in a deep voice, the tone somewhat suppressed, "You bitch, you almost cost me my life!"
Yellow Hair took a few steps forward, grabbed Zhang Lin's long hair, yanked it violently, and viciously knocked her head on the ground!
"Ah! Let go of me! - What are you doing?!" Feeling the excruciating pain in her scalp and forehead, Zhang Lin let out a hysterical scream.
