The owner searched the youth's body and confirmed that he was speaking the truth. He didn't have a single cent on him.
In the end, the youth gave his cellphone to the owner as a form of security.
The cellphone was new so the owner accepted it.
The youth heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at the iron bar in his hand and turned to find the person who passed it to him.
A girl sat among the noisy crowd silently. The mess around her didn't seem to affect her.
The youth sized up Ming Shu. A girl with an aura like this should not appear here.
However, why would a person like her pass him an iron bar?
Wasn't she afraid of getting into trouble?
He clutched his shoulder and walked toward her. "Erm… thank you."
"You're welcome." Ming Shu looked at him. "If you come closer, you will topple my table."
The youth: "???"
Ming Shu continued, "It's not good to waste food."
The youth: "!!??"
