"You're right! I'm fucking robbing you! What, you got a problem with that?" the men jeered, crossing their arms and looking at Chen Xiaobei with arrogance.
They had noticed him selling watermelons earlier. Initially, they hadn't planned on bothering him, but they never expected him to make so much money. Ten thousand yuan in half an hour—who wouldn't be jealous? Besides, Chen Xiaobei looked as skinny as a rail and wasn't a familiar face, so they decided to try and extort him.
But who was Chen Xiaobei? With this inheritance in my grasp, the world is mine! He would never bow down to such thugs.
"If you want to swindle someone, go somewhere else. I've got nothing for you," Chen Xiaobei said flatly.
"You little shit, you're disrespecting us," the Blonde Punk growled. While Chen Xiaobei wasn't looking, he grabbed a slice of watermelon and took a huge bite.
"Fuck! This… this watermelon is so fucking delicious! Come on, guys! Hurry up and try some."
