"Why should I trust you?" Li Cheng glared at him in annoyance, rubbed his fingers together, and said, "My mother has trusted it all her life!"
"Damn it, I'm out of money, and at this critical moment, you're still trying to scam me?" Ye Chen pulled out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket with a bitter expression, handed it over, and said, "It's the last one; there won't be food tomorrow!"
Swoosh!
Mr. Fatty, like he'd mastered some two-finger Zen technique, swiftly snatched the hundred-yuan bill from Ye Chen's hand and slipped it into his own pocket, then blew on his fingers and said, "Don't worry, I've already sent those cops away!"
"What do you mean?" Ye Chen was taken aback, damn it, this guy actually tricked him.
"What else? Just said this guy got fired first thing in the morning for messing up!" Li Cheng chuckled.
Thud!
