"Girls, why choose such a place to come to?" Ye Chen grumbled discontentedly, and the two girls hurriedly followed Ye Chen. The people in the car saw Ye Chen return and couldn't help but ask, "Bro, where's our money?"
"Your money is outside!" Ye Chen sneered coldly, looked at everyone, and said, "I think you should first ask me where your conscience is?"
Everyone was stunned and hung their heads. No one dared to look at Ye Chen, whether they were Chinese, East Asian, or the two white faces at the front; each lowered their head, not daring to speak, and the others got off the car to retrieve their belongings. The chubby guy with a round face scurried into the jungle for a glance, looked at Ye Chen with a pale face, and said, "Bro, don't blame me for not warning you, you're in trouble now!"
"What's the matter?" Ye Chen smiled faintly.
