Sure enough,
the previously overbearing fat man immediately put on a lecherous expression when he saw Bai Weiwei's delicate little face.
"What a gorgeous little babe."
"Shameless!"
Bai Weiwei's cheeks flushed with anger, yet she could not bring herself to curse at him.
The fat man rubbed his hands obscenely and said with a grin,
"Little babe, this old woman dirtied my clothes. Everyone here saw it. Let's discuss compensation."
"You were clearly the ones forcibly collecting protection money. You kicked over the basin, and that's how your clothes got stained. Now you're twisting the truth."
Bai Weiwei glared at him, her delicate body trembling slightly.
The fat man's gaze sharpened as he swept his eyes over the surrounding crowd, revealing a threatening smile.
"Forcibly collecting protection money? Who saw that? I, Zhang San, am a law-abiding citizen."
Some people wanted to step forward and stop them, but when they saw the two tattooed men itching for a fight, they held back.
Seeing that no one dared to stand up, Zhang San smiled smugly.
"See? Don't go around making false accusations."
"Fine. How much do you want? I'll pay you."
Bai Weiwei was not stupid. In this situation, the wise choice was to get away first and call the police afterward.
Zhang San gave a greasy grin, his eyes rolling as he made an outrageous demand.
"It was one hundred thousand just now, but now... two hundred thousand!"
Two hundred thousand? Even if she sold herself, she would not be worth that much.
The Old Woman panicked at once and hurriedly said to Bai Weiwei,
"Miss, you should leave quickly. This has nothing to do with you."
She then took a worn little cloth pouch from her bag. Inside was a wad of crumpled small bills wrapped in tissue paper.