Xue Yuan just touched the handle of the painting and retracted his hand. Although he didn't want to go down, he thought about his own lack of fighting ability and thought it would be better to stay in the car, so as not to let Ziyi and Uncle Ma take care of him if he got out.
Ziyi and Ma Bomin got out of the car.
Ma Bomin first went to check out the self-service gas pump and found that it was locked and could only be used to fill gas after it was unlocked.
"Uncle Ma, do you have any oil?"
Ma Bomin nodded, "Yes, it's locked, so we have to unlock it first."
Ziyi walked to the gas station and looked at the lock. It was a lock he had never seen before.
But no matter what kind of lock it is, the principle is the same, and the material is not much different. If you use the internal energy, you can usually open it.
Just as Ziyi was about to try it out, the door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and several tall and strong men walked out. The man in front was holding a very aggressive iron rod in his hand, and the two men behind him were holding half-arm-long sabers in their hands.
The three men had smiles on their faces, but their smiles were malicious, and they stared at Ma Bomin and Song Ziyi as if they were staring at two lambs to be slaughtered.
Ma Bomin ignored their smiles and stepped forward to negotiate with a smile, "Hello, we need oil, can you help us open the lock?"
The man at the front gave a strange smile and said, "Yes, but you have to ask the stick in my hand if it agrees. As long as it agrees, I have no objection to being yours."
The smile on Ma Bomin's face disappeared, "You guys really love to joke around."
The man waved the iron rod in his hand. "Do I look like I'm kidding you? Stop talking nonsense, take out all the money you have and squat over there."
The man pointed to a location.
Ma Bomin stood there helplessly, looking at Song Ziyi.
Song Ziyi reached out and grabbed the lock on the oil pump. He didn't use force immediately. Instead, he asked the man, "We are willing to pay three times the price for your oil. Do you think it's okay?"
The three men burst into laughter, clearly not taking Ziyi's words seriously. The man with the knife pointed at Ziyi and cursed, "Pete, this little guy wants to make a deal with you. Hurry up and agree to it. Isn't this kind of little guy most suitable for you?"
The man called Pete was holding an iron rod, a wicked smile on his face. His eyes were glued to Ziyi, and he looked him up and down as if he were looking at a commodity. He seemed very satisfied. He licked his lips and said with a smile, "Little guy, if you are willing to stay and play with me, you can use my oil as you like."
Song Ziyi was already ten years old and understood everything he should understand. The man's disgusting look made him very unhappy, and he knew that there was nothing to say to these people. He exerted force with his hands and easily pulled the padlock off.
Ma Bomin was stunned. It was not easy to open a lock like this by force without a key, and it was also very dangerous to use tools. After all, this was an oil engine, and even the slightest spark could be very dangerous.
But Song Ziyi just reached out and pulled, and the lock broke.
Not only Ma Bomin was stunned, the three men were also stunned.
Pete turned to the other man and asked, "You left it unlocked?"
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