"Are you the market management personnel?"
Wu Xiaoshan frowned tightly, staring at the bald thug before him.
The bald thug cocked his brow, arrogantly said, "What, you dare to question my identity?"
Upon seeing the group, Lin Tao's face showed panic, and he hurriedly ran over, blocking in front of Wu Xiaoshan.
"Brother Leopard, why do you have time to come today? We're just holding an event, please be lenient."
As he spoke, Lin Tao passed a cigarette to Brother Leopard.
Neither the bald thug nor any of his entourage wore uniforms, and they didn't look like market management personnel at all; instead, they resembled street hoodlums.
However, Lin Tao seemed to know the guy and even politely offered him a cigarette, which made Wu Xiaoshan doubt whether these people were actually market management personnel.
"Go to hell!"
Unexpectedly, Brother Leopard slapped away the cigarette from Lin Tao's hand and cursed outright.
