"Liar!" Lao Chen grabbed the drugs from Xiao Lin's hand, lunged forward, knocked Xiao Lin aside, and ran towards Bar Street.
A cold snort sounded in Lao Chen's ear. He turned his head in surprise, only to see a shadow flash by. A cool breeze brushed past his ear, and he crashed into a human wall.
"Ah!" After a scream, he staggered back a step. "How is this possible!" Seeing Xiao Lin suddenly appear before him, Lao Chen screamed as if he'd seen a ghost, turned on his heels, and ran without thinking.
"Lao Chen, I haven't bought the drugs yet." Xiao Lin's mocking voice always managed to stand a step ahead of Lao Chen, no matter how he tried to get away. Whenever he looked up, he always saw Xiao Lin's half-smiling face.
"Ah ah ah!"
A thirty-year-old man plopped down on the ground, his terror reflected in his eyes as he gazed at Xiao Lin. All he could do was point at him with a trembling finger, unable to utter a word.
