Just as Xiao Qiang was about to take out his card to secure the car, an overbearing female voice cut in from the entrance, "Wait! I want this car!"
Xiao Qiang and the saleswoman both froze, turning simultaneously to face this sudden obstruction.
Xiao Qiang finally got a good look at the newcomer: a woman in her twenties, heavily made up, though not without a certain charm. She was accompanied by a young man; his arms were covered in dragon and phoenix tattoos, a dead giveaway that he was a street thug.
Chapter 82