The barbecue stall,
An old man in a white tank top was busy working. When he looked up and saw Zhang San and the others, his heart skipped a beat.
Good heavens, why were these jinxes back again?!
Old Liu hurriedly set down what he was doing, wiped his hands, and quickly walked over to Zhang San.
"Third Master, I'm sorry, but we've sold out of grilled kidneys. How about you come back another day?"
As he spoke, he did not forget to offer Zhang San a cigarette.
"Oh, sold out?"
Zhang San sneered and gave the two Tattooed Men behind him a look.
The two understood immediately. They strode toward the barbecue stall menacingly and began searching through it.
The nearby customers hurriedly moved away, afraid of getting caught up in the trouble for no reason.
"Brother San, there really aren't any left."
"Old Liu, business has been pretty good lately, huh!"
Hearing his lackey speak,
Zhang San slowly took the cigarette from Old Liu, patted the stool beside him, and said with a half-smile,
"Since that's the case, hand over the protection fee."
Old Liu's expression stiffened. The moment his backside touched the stool, he immediately stood back up.
"Third Master, are... are you joking? I paid this month's protection fee just a few days ago."
"Did you?"
Zhang San patted his head and looked annoyed.
"My memory hasn't been too good lately. You two remember it?"
The two Tattooed Men shook their heads innocently, and Old Liu's heart instantly sank to rock bottom.
Zhang San spread his hands helplessly.
"How about this? Pay it again, and I'll personally make the call to halve next month's protection fee. What do you say?"
Old Liu gave a bitter smile and pleaded,
"Third Master, I really don't have any money