"Pretty boy, new around here?" The two lower-class people with mop heads stood up, swaying as they came over to Gu Mian, blocking his path.
They kept sizing up Gu Mian from head to toe, wearing an unsettling expression. It seemed they've determined the person in front of them wasn't much of a threat. The slightly taller one reached out a hand to Gu Mian, "Give us something."
The meaning was obvious—they wanted to rob him.
And they spoke with an uncompromising tone, their pitch-black eyes fixated on Gu Mian, as if threatening, "If you don't give, you're dead meat."
At this time, a sparse crowd began to gather around.
Just moments ago, there wasn't a soul in this alley.
Perhaps thinking they found an easy prey, or maybe seeing someone else make the first move, people eager to grab a share emerged from the darkness, silently observing Gu Mian from the shadows cast by the buildings.
Behind doors, by the corners, beside the garbage heaps, there were people peeping out.
