Yang Fan let out a shout, and the gang of delinquents instantly froze in their tracks like puppets with their strings pulled, their eyes filled with timidity, fear, and anxiousness as they turned to look at Yang Fan.
"Take out the stuff you just took!" Yang Fan barked.
The group promptly started to empty their pockets, tossing everything they had just stolen onto the ground.
Meanwhile, Sun Yuxi was rolling his eyes in desperation, seeking help from his underlings with his gaze.
But no one paid him any attention.
"Go get your stuff back," Yang Fan yelled at the few students.
The frightened students nervously stepped forward and picked up their belongings, one by one.
When they were done, the ground was still littered with various bills, looking to be around one hundred and eighty yuan in total.
"Whose money is this?" Yang Fan scanned and asked.
One of the thugs, trembling and with utmost caution, said, "It's ... it's our tribute to the big brother ..."
