A scruffy, wretched-looking man grinned, his dead-fish eyes locked onto the bag in Zhang Qing’s hands. His voice dripped with delight. "Well, well, look at that. A decent haul."
Zhang Qing clutched the bag to her chest, looking at the four men before her in a panic. "What—what do you want?"
"Heh, what do we want?" The wretched man let out a harsh, grating laugh. He stroked his chin, eyeing the terrified Zhang Qing with malicious intent. "Your brother gave us his word. He said you were his purse. He owes me money, so naturally, I’ve come to collect from his purse."
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