Listenting to Baozi's words, Xiaofeng's mouth twitched as she finally took a close look at the man in front of her wearing a leopard-print shirt. He was tall and thin, with small eyes and a solid build, his skin the color of wheat.
He appeared to be around thirty years old.
"Our village surnamed Tie, my name is Tie Bao. The lady was right, we indeed can't continue in this line of work, otherwise, if authorities come checking, we all would be doomed. Seeing that the lady and her brother do legitimate business, may I ask what kind of business it is?" Tie Bao wiped the water off his face, grinning at them.
"Baozi," Mantou softly pulled Baozi aside, "you didn't actually knock yourself silly, did you? I'm telling you, they are just a bit stronger, but if we call the villagers over, let's see if they dare to show off their strength."
Ever heard that many hands make light work?
Ever heard that one punch can't beat four hands?
