"How can that be?" The man with square-framed glasses frowned, "We agreed on 1,000 yuan, so it's 1,000 yuan."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of banknotes from the drawer and threw it on the table. The old man's eyes lit up when he saw the money. He didn't care about anything else and reached out to take it, but was suddenly blocked by someone.

"But you have to prove that he hit you first, then go to the hospital for a check-up. If you're injured, we'll compensate you, not to mention a thousand, but tens of thousands. If not..."

The young man next to him cooperated and slammed the knife into the ground.

Old man Gao shuddered. He decided to blackmail the young man because he thought the young man looked honest and had no background. Who knew that the young man actually had a background!

"It just so happens that business has been bad recently, and my brothers and I are looking for a long-term job." The man with glasses pushed his glasses.

"What are you going to do?" Old Gao was still stubborn. "Are you going to hit the old man again? I don't think you dare!"

"Who said we were going to beat you up, sir? You take this money. But we act according to reason and the law. You need to produce evidence and go to the hospital for a physical examination, okay?"

Looking at the thousand yuan, Old Man Gao swallowed his saliva, greed once again flooding his mind. He thought, "Take the money and talk about it later. At worst, I can just say I can't leave. If I leave my house, will they dare to come and harass me?" He reached out and grabbed the money.

"Little guy, if the one who got hit can't move, you can take a few brothers to show your filial piety and stay at Uncle's house to help out."

The young man called Xiao 㩙 grinned, the machete in his hand flashing with a cold light: "Okay, I want to provide food."

"I have money, I can provide you with a few meals without any expense."

Old Gao's heart was in his throat, but his rationality took over again. He reluctantly put down the money and said, "Forget it. It's not a big deal for my family..."

Xiao Xiao slammed his hand on the table and said, "What do you mean by forget it? Are you kidding us?"

Old Gao shuddered with fear.

The previously honest young man also sneered and said, "Master, if they give it to you, just take it, otherwise they will be in a bad mood."

Old Gao picked up the money again, and the man with glasses took a photo at the right time and then asked someone to send him out.

Old Gao stood outside the door with a thousand yuan in his hand, feeling his back wet. At this moment, two people followed him and said, "Come on, uncle, we'll take you home."

Old Lady Gao couldn't stand the cold concrete floor, so she got up and went home. She didn't care even though the onlookers booed her.

It wasn't until Old Man Gao opened the door that she walked forward in surprise. Looking at the money in her husband's hand, the old woman's eyes narrowed into slits with joy.

But when two burly young men walked in, she was stunned. The two young men looked her up and down, and one of them was filming with his mobile phone.

"What are you doing!" Old Mrs. Gao reacted.

"Grandpa, this is where you're wrong. Auntie is fine, but you're trying to extort a thousand dollars from us brothers?"

Old Gao opened his mouth, but before he could think of how to argue, he heard the old woman say, "Blackmail? Who blackmailed you? Which eye of yours saw me blackmail you?"

Fang Zhiyi's voice came from the stairs: "I saw it, and I took a picture of it." He raised his mobile phone. Although there was no surveillance on the street outside, Fang Zhiyi, who was conducting a sting operation, was already prepared.