Cleanup

Near the school, in an alley.

Bai Yujun stood in front of Yun and the female student with a baseball bat slung over her shoulder. A luxury car had stopped at the alley entrance. Outsiders might have assumed the people in that luxury car were wealthy and powerful, but they could not fool Bai.

A low-end version—more importantly, some ten-year-old clearance-stock so-called luxury car.

Same old saying: never think too highly of a pack of thugs who scraped by in the underworld. Times had changed. Those who clung to the mindset of a poor era, swaggering around and picking fights, had long since sunk to the bottom rung. Typical bullies who feared the strong and preyed on the weak, yet boasted all day about loyalty reaching the clouds and fearing no one.

Two bald, muscular men climbed out of the car, leather bags tucked under their arms, strutting with their noses in the air.

"Yo~ You even brought two pretty girls. Short on cash, little sisters? Big brother has money. How about singing tonight~"

One played the good cop, the other the bad cop.

"Hurry up and pay! Debts must be repaid—it is the law of heaven and earth! Don't you know the rules of the road?"

"Brother, don't rush. Maybe the little lady has already brought the money. Don't scare the beauties. This matter... it is all written clearly in black and white. Don't say we are being unreasonable. You came to us for a loan; we did not force you, right? Now let me calculate how much you owe as of tonight."

Bai Yujun said nothing as she watched the thug put on a show of calculating with his phone.

Yun and the female student stood behind her, trembling slightly. They were afraid of the two underworld men