"Yeah, little brother, we all know we were wrong; please just let us off this once,"
the man who had just claimed to know Brother Hei also stood out and looked at Xiao Yi with a pleading face, asking for forgiveness.
"Yes, yes, little brother, how about this: it's our fault, we shouldn't have been blind and messed with that lady. This money, consider it a small token of our sincerity, please spare us."
The previously gaunt man, who was the first to point out the tiny black dot, quickly spoke up as well. As he said this, he pulled out his wallet and extracted a thick stack of RMB, passing it to Li Xiaomei. As he handed over the money, a pang of pain shot through his heart; it was all hot and fragrant cash, at least more than ten thousand yuan, and now he was just giving it to that detestable country woman. But, he soon gritted his teeth and continued to extend the money out.
