While Xuan Mo was still beating up the man in black, Fang Xu came out and stopped him. "Little Mo, stop! He's a special forces soldier, Old Li. I hired him to protect you..."
Upon hearing that, Xuan Mo hurriedly stopped and said awkwardly, "Uh... well... I didn't do anything just now. Hello, Uncle Li. Since we're meeting for the first time, how about a meeting gift or something?"
Old Li's face darkened. "A meeting gift? You robbed my wallet too. What am I supposed to give you?"
Xuan Mo immediately pulled out his phone. "Transfer it to me, duh. Idiot."
Old Li looked innocently at Fang Xu. "This is the child you said needed protection and might be exploited by people in the entertainment industry? Good grief... How can such a little brat fight so well?"
Xuan Mo grinned. "I was already holding back a lot. There are even more impressive moves I haven't shown yet. Oh, right, Uncle Fang, do you know anywhere that sells Soul Ring pawned cars?"
Old Li coughed and said, "Ahem. You can win tens of thousands on scratch-off tickets, and you've got plenty of acting fees too. Why buy a Soul Ring car? Wouldn't it be better to buy a proper car?"
Xuan Mo shook his head like a sly little fox. "Are you stupid? Soul Ring pawned cars are much cheaper."
Fang Xu chuckled. "All right, let's go for now. Come back to the villa with me. Old Zhao was defeated by you, you little brat, and he's questioning his entire life."
Along the way, Xuan Mo excitedly told Fang Xu about his "achievements" with scratch-off tickets. "Uncle Fang, guess how much I won today? Hehe, you absolutely won't guess!" He deliberately kept him in suspense, his face beaming with smug delight.