The man was indeed very young, with a sickly pallor that made him seem even younger.
Upon hearing Xiaobao's words, the young man straightened his tilted head, his face turning cold: "I hate it when people say I'm small!"
"Is that so? I don't mind saying you're small!" Xiaobao casually took out a cigarette and lit it as if no one else was there.
Then he laughed and said, "With so many people here, I'll smoke to calm my nerves!"
"Do you know where you are? Here, when you hit people, I'm not unreasonable. You hit three people, so a million per person, and we'll call it even!" the sinister man said coldly and ominously.
"How many people are here?" Xiaobao suddenly looked around.
"What do you mean?" The sinister man frowned.
"Three people are too few; include everyone here. I'm not short of money." Xiaobao took a deep drag of his cigarette, grinning with a slightly foolish expression.
