"Uh... I don't have any cash on me!" The man in the tank top usually paid with his phone; he hadn't used cash in ages. Now that Mr. Liu was demanding cash, he was in a real bind.
Just then, his underling, Yaozi, stepped forward. "I have cash."
He pulled a fifty-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Liu, paying the fine on behalf of his boss.
After taking the fine, Mr. Liu nodded. Before he left, he addressed the man in the tank top and his underling, Yaozi.
"Try to stay out of trouble and live a quiet life. You don't want to screw up so bad you end up in a cell, regretting it when it's too late."
"Yes, yes, of course... We're all good, law-abiding citizens. We'd never break the law. Take care, Mr. Liu." The man in the tank top nodded obsequiously as he saw the man from the neighborhood committee, identifiable by his red armband, to the door.
