"I don't care, do you even know about our Wind Gang?" That young man was arrogant, with a look of smugness on his face: "In the whole of Jiangnan City, who doesn't show respect to our Wind Gang? Mess with us, and you're messing with the Death God. You better hand over the money quickly, I don't have time to waste on you!"
"Exactly, on our Wind Gang's turf, the protection fee is a must, don't those other gangs obediently pay up too?"
The vendors were terrified, and the passersby did not dare to intervene, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at these people.
"I-I really don't have much money," the old man said in a panic.
"No money? That's impossible, old man, I saw a wad of cash in your wallet just now," the young man crouched down, patting the old man's face, "Don't play dumb, hand it over, or you'll regret it."
The other members of the Wind Gang stood there with sneers on their faces, not taking it seriously at all.
"I... I really don't have it."
