"This skewer isn't bad!" the redhead hooligan picked up a skewer handed over by the stall owner, chewed on it, and said indifferently.
"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Redhead! Thank you for the compliment!"
The stall owner nodded and bowed profusely as he quickly spoke.
"Mmm, you do have some sense." Redhead nodded, casually threw the unfinished skewer on the ground, and said, "You're exempt from protection money this month!"
"What?!" The stall owner's eyes lit up, some disbelief, protection fees exempted?!
Then, he continued to say, "Thank you, Brother Redhead! Thank you, Brother Redhead!"
"Mmm, you can roll out now," the redhead hooligan said.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The stall owner promptly retreated.
Obviously, despite these guys getting beat up by Liu Chen, looking all dispirited and wretched, the stall owners on this snack street were all scared of them, all wanting to please them.
