"Call the police? Ha, by the time the cops get here, we'll be long gone!"
The stall owner grinned viciously.
"If you want to avoid a beating, that works too. He kneels, kowtows, and admits his mistakes, and you fork over 800,000 for that vase. Otherwise, hah..."
"You..."
Zhao Yuefang wanted to say something but was cut off by Tang Luo.
"Sister Zhao, there's no point talking to these types. Stand aside and be careful. I'll deal with them."
Tang Luo looked at the stall owner and others, and gave a cold laugh.
"Tang, there are so many of them..."
Zhao Yuefang was very worried. Even if Tang Luo could fight, how many could he take on?
"Heh, no worries, leave it to me."
Tang Luo smiled, shielded Zhao Yuefang behind him, and faced the stall owner.
"Come on, stop the bullshit—wanna fight? Bring it!"
"Damn it, hit him, and hit him hard!"
Seeing Tang Luo surrounded yet still so arrogant, the stall owner was furious.
"Hit him!"
