"Are you looking for so many people to come together to pay the compensation?"
"Boss! I want to see the pieces of the broken bottle."
"What's so good about this? Just pay whatever I ask you to pay. I'm telling you, lowly Daxia people, if you make me angry, I can arrest you all."
Inferior? Is that how they view the Daxia people?
The captain of the guard was so angry that he was about to step forward, but I grabbed him.
If he does something out of line and ends up in trouble, I'll be fine because Winster is here to protect me!
"Bullshit! You look like a defective product and your mouth is full of shit. Who is inferior?"
"Little bitch! How dare you scold me?" The bald boss reached out and took out the spray gun.
I was shocked that an antique shop owner had such a big thing.
Unfortunately, before he could load the gun, the captain of the guard came up and snatched it away.
Then all the other team members pulled out their guns and pointed them at the bald boss.
Swish! The bald boss was quite decisive. He put his hands on his head and squatted down immediately.
What the hell is wrong with this guy? When he thinks he's better than you, he's more arrogant than anyone else.
Once they feel that someone is weaker than you, they will immediately become timid.
"Don't kill me! I don't want the money, okay?"
I raised my hand, asked them to put away their guns, and then squatted down.
"I asked you to take out the fragments. If they are really antiques, I will give you the price. If not, your behavior is..."
I was halfway through my sentence when I saw a familiar tattoo on the bald boss's wrist.
He was covering it with his sleeve just now, but now he was holding his head and the tattoo was exposed.
A skull wearing a turban - the symbol of the Wuri organization.
No wonder Weijies was able to find Shi Fangxin.
"Okay!" The boss agreed and was about to go to the back.
The captain of the guard grabbed him and said, "I'll go with you!"
Soon, the captain of the guard forced him to take out the fragments.
I took out my computer and a red light swept across the tiles.
"Look at it! It's only been three years, and the glaze on the porcelain is very rough. You can't even call it a work of art. At most, it's just tableware!"
After I finished speaking, I took out a hundred plum yuan and slapped it on the table:
"Don't give me the change for the rest of the money."
As we were walking out of the antique shop, several policemen surrounded us, all pointing guns at us:
"Hands up!"
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