"You want an old man like me to go down and block the knife? Would I even be human then? You stay in the car honestly, I'll handle these bastards."
Yang Cheng finished speaking, opened the door, and got out of the car smoothly.
In front stood a group of men, the leaders were sturdy, with strange patterns tattooed on their faces.
"Kid, want a refill?"
The bald man had a toothpick in his mouth and looked at Yang Cheng with greedy eyes.
Judging by his clothes and car, they knew Yang Cheng was a wealthy man. They had caught a big fish this time.
"Hmm, fill it up for me."
Yang Cheng took a few red bills out of his pocket and handed them to the man.
If they had honestly refilled his gas, he wouldn't have started anything, as he was in a hurry to go to the city to buy things.
The bald man took the money, but the next moment, those men surrounded him, their faces bearing malicious smiles.
"Kid, hand over anything valuable on you, and I'll spare your life."
"And what if I don't?"
