Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli, hearing Tang Ming's words, also stood afar in fear, seemingly ready to run away.
Xiaoma was infuriated. Just as he was about to act, he got interrupted again. What kind of bad luck had hit him today? Everything seemed to go wrong.
At the same time, his two accomplices were still behind him. Tang Ming's group of three was watching them vigilantly. If he showed a hideous face, the other side would surely run, and if they encountered other tourists by then, the situation would be botched. Even killing Tang Ming would be of no use then.
"Hehe, you've got it all wrong. We're not here to smash you."
Xiaoma quickly thought on his feet, grinning as he randomly explained, "This is a special service, you've misunderstood."
"Misunderstood?"
Tang Ming shook his head, "I haven't read many books, don't try to deceive me."
