Ming Shu dragged a chair and sat in front of the tied-up hooligans.
The cross-eyed head hooligan roared, "Bitch, do you know who I am?"
Ming Shu sized him up. "Can't you just change lines?"
The line was the same each time. What the hell was wrong with these writers?
The hooligan: "???"
Change what line?
The cross-eyed hooligan ignored the strange words and continued his roaring. "Let us go quickly and make an apology, otherwise you'll never want to do business here again!"
"Wow, you are so powerful." Ming Shu cooperated with his performance and continued eating the orange.
"Since you know that, let us go quickly. This is our big brother's turf. If you dare touch us, you'll go against our big brother."
"Wow, your big brother is so powerful." Eating the orange still.
The cross-eyed hooligan was not a fool and saw that Ming Shu wasn't scared at all from her insincere expression.
