These people, they actually dare to ask for money?
A bunch of vermin living in the sewers of Fengtian City, if it weren't for Miao, he wouldn't even deign to take a glance at them, and now they even dare to stay behind and demand money from him?
Zhou Shen's face was somber, and he didn't speak, just met each person's gaze without any avoidance.
The implication of his stare was, naturally, self-explanatory.
"..."
Seeing this, the people standing in the subway tunnel exchanged glances with each other and remained silent, quietly dispersing in various directions.
Although Zhou Shen didn't speak, his message was clear—the money was obviously not forthcoming.
Since it wasn't coming, they had nothing to say.
Not even daring to speak, Zhou Shen was clearly out of his mind tonight; anyone who touched a bad luck at this time would be courting death.
"Wait."
At this moment—
