This wasn't a good thing for the middle-aged fat man.
His presence here was tasked with a mission.
If he wasn't attention-grabbing enough to pique Su Qian'er's interest, he wouldn't be able to proceed with the following matters.
Thinking of the exceedingly generous reward that man had promised him, he couldn't help the eagerness inside, how could he watch as the duck that was almost in his hands flew away.
Without that money, he would have to live modestly for quite a long time.
With these thoughts, the middle-aged fat man felt a surge of resentment in his heart, and with a flicker of intention, he stepped in front of Su Qian'er.
Having lost the initiative, he could only attempt to compensate from other angles.
He protected Su Qian'er, looking at Yang Er's subordinate with a face full of scorn, as if the middle-aged man before him was beneath his notice.
By himself, he naturally couldn't possess such confidence; after all, he was just an ordinary person.
