Leng Xuan and Zhou Li had just reached the downstairs when they saw a commercial van parked below. As the van's door opened, seven or eight men with unfriendly expressions emerged. One of the buzz-cut men said, "Brother Fei, should we bring stuff upstairs?"
A handsome man dressed in casual wear scoffed and said, "Da Cu, you've been following Laozi for so long, can't you be a bit smarter? We're just dealing with a cripple, right? What's the need for stuff? If word of this gets out, how will our brothers on the street laugh at us?"
"Yes, Brother Fei, I know I was wrong," the buzz-cut man said, quite embarrassed.
"Alright, let's go up," said the man called Brother Fei.
Although they were quite far away, Leng Xuan could hear the conversation clearly. He took Zhou Li's hand and followed behind the group of men.
