Teng Jiamu snorted and let go of Yellow Hair's collar.
Yellow Hair dusted off his clothes, then casually dragged over a plastic chair and sat beside Lu Chi. "You high schoolers really aren't cute at all."
Lu Chi stared at Yellow Hair expressionlessly. "What did you mean by that?"
"What did I say?" Yellow Hair blinked theatrically, then feigned realization. "Oh, you mean how I said you're not cute at all? I meant exactly what I said."
"Hey, stop playing dumb!" Yue Bin clenched his itchy fists, practically itching to grab Yellow Hair by the collar again.
"Is that how you ask people for help?" The other Street Racers gathered around and sat down at the table. Watching the show, they said, "That's really rude!"
Xing Yuan and the basketball team exchanged suspicious looks between Lu Chi, Yue Bin, and the Street Racers. Lu Chi, however, remained calm as he asked, "What do you want?"
"Kid, get this straight. We're the ones who know the information you want." Yellow Hair familiarly opened a bottle of beer for himself. "So I should be the one asking—what do you want?"
Lu Chi and Yue Bin looked at each other. Zhang Yang, who knew the details, could no longer hold back. "You were the ones who came looking for us first, weren't you?"
"You must have planned this out long ago, right? Do you want money, or something else?" Zhang Yang sneered and said with feigned calm, "Name your price!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The red-haired young man, who had barely spoken until now, shook his head. Resting his chin on one hand, he asked with interest, "Do you think any of us..."
He pointed at his group, raised a brow, and asked smugly, "Looks like we're short on money?"
So it wasn't about