The little girl's light brown hair looked stunning in the sunlight, and her bright, sparkling eyes made the driver across the street feel a surge of desire.

A dozen or so people got out of seven or eight taxis, all of them looking fierce and menacing, with greedy or lewd expressions on their faces, which made Zhao Xiaoyue feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Xiaomeng blocked their view, while Situ Ming pulled the little girl's hand slightly closer to him.

Shhh~

The driver whistled and addressed the people who had gathered around him, "Hey guys, this is a tough one. Come on, stretch your muscles. The men, take a break, and the women, put them in the car over there."

A dozen or so unruly and sleazy-looking people approached Situ Ming and his group.

"Little niece, take care of yourself, I'll take care of this trash."

Wang Biao was already unbuttoning his cuffs.

"Let's move to the side so we don't disturb their performance, Brother Ming."

As she spoke, she took Situ Ming's hand and led him aside, watching the show with an air of nonchalance.

"Brothers, let's go!"

At the driver's command, the others drew their short knives, wooden sticks, and iron chains.

The driver leaned against the taxi door, staring smugly at Zhao Xiaoyue. The girl would soon be his.

He plays with it first, and when he gets tired of it, he lets his brothers play with it. If they don't die from playing with it, he'll send them off to make money. Hehe, he can enjoy himself for a while longer.

He also needs to go to Sancha Port to exchange for some heroin; he hasn't had any genuine heroin in a long time and misses it terribly.

Those girls in Sanchagang are truly amazing; they all serve you so well you feel like you're in heaven. Tsk tsk.

The driver, lamenting the state of his life, watched his men fly away one by one and sneered, "Oh ho, so they know Chinese kung fu? Hahaha!"

Such rampant laughter caught Situ Ming's attention, and Zhao Xiaoyue was momentarily stunned.