Chu Feng, having already reached the first floor, naturally didn't hear the four people whispering. He had only just stepped out of the building when the utter chaos on the streets stunned him. After all, the scenes he had witnessed from the plane and the top of the building were far less intense than experiencing it firsthand.
"Don't move, yellow monkey! Hand over your money now!"
Indeed, Chu Feng was being robbed the moment he stepped onto the street.
Chu Feng turned his head, a strange expression on his face. A burly Black man, adorned with five or six gold chains around his neck, was pointing a handgun at Chu Feng's head and bellowing harshly, "Damn yellow monkey, turn around immediately and give me your wallet!"
Not far away, several other Black men, who had just emerged from a shop laden with bags of all sizes, burst out laughing at the unfolding scene. "Bobby is still so useless! Wouldn't it be much faster to just kill that yellow monkey and then search him?"
