"Hey, kid. I heard you found yourself a rich man?"
Lu Sheng and Chu Sihan were standing at the side, waiting for the two brothers to speak.
Suddenly, a group of ghosts walked over. There were twenty of them.
Some had beer bottles while others had wooden sticks. The rest were empty-handed.
When Jia Li saw these ghosts, he subconsciously hid behind Jia Zheng.
"This rich man?"
The ghost in the lead was a very skinny youth with a slight hunchback. He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a stick. He looked at Jia Zheng maliciously.
"This is the group of people who often rob others?" Jia Zheng asked with a frown.
'"Yes!" Jia Li nodded. "It's them!"
"Why?" The youth lifted his chin and walked forward. He stared at Jia Zheng and asked, "You want to stand up for him?"
"Hand over the money and the deed if you know what's good for you."
"Hurry up. Don't waste my time."
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