No one can afford the strongest system in the city

Chapter 242

"In my opinion, the elderly don't need more than 5 yuan, which is the price of a bottle of wine for you."

Yellow-haired man, you say something, I say something, speak while the iron is hot.

Ling Han saw all this in his eyes, smiled when he heard the words, frowned and said: "Heh... yes, yes, you are right, 5 yuan is not much, okay, I will give it!"

As soon as Ling Han's words came out, Wang Mengqiang kept winking at Ling Han.

"You, Hanzi, you, what are you talking about. You, why, why did you give me fifty thousand?"

Lu Xiao and Sun Jiacheng were at odds with each other.

Especially Sun Jiacheng, he was already calling his lawyer and friends in the police station.

This matter is actually very easy to solve.

Not only are Ling Han and the others not responsible, but those who touch porcelain will be severely punished.

Ling Han suddenly asked for money, which made him really angry.

Ling Han stepped forward, looking like he was fooling around.

"Isn't it just 5 yuan? I'll give it!"

When they heard this, smiles appeared on their faces.

Uncle Pengci, who was sitting on the ground, also looked at Ling Han cheerfully.

"I've seen it for a long time, you guys, you are the most promising. You see, this kid is so courageous. He didn't even pay back the price of 5 yuan. He is a sensible kid."

Uncle Pengci has been complimenting Ling Han non-stop.

On the other side, Wang Mengqiang and the others were looking at Ling Han with all kinds of murderous eyes.

They kept scolding Ling Han as a fool.

Ling Han smiled slightly, and continued: "I will give the money. But, if you are like this, I will not give it."

After Uncle Pengci heard it, he was stunned, completely unable to understand what Ling Han meant.

"What? Then, how do you give it?"

Ling Han looked Uncle Pengci up and down, and even patted his arm with his hands to see his strength.

Afterwards, he clapped his hands and said calmly, "You are all injured and there is no injury at all..."

Before Ling Han finished speaking, the yellow hair beside him was a little unhappy, and he immediately said:

"What? Why aren't you injured? Look, uncle's forehead and arms are bleeding all the time. These...these are all injuries."

After Huang Mao finished speaking, he winked at the younger brother behind him again.

The younger brothers also nodded in agreement.

"Right, right, didn't you agree to give the money? Don't ink, give the money!"

"Uncle also said that there is still an old mother to take care of at home, so give the money quickly, and don't make the old man wait in a hurry."

"I see, the richer you are, the more ink you get. Isn't it only 5 yuan? It's a big deal, give me the money, give me the money."

A few people say something to you, and I talk to each other, and they keep talking.

In short, they have been on Uncle Pengci's side, after all, they are in the same group.

The uncle is the main attacker, Huang Mao is the guide, and the younger brother behind him is the assist.

They have a clear division of labor, and they are cautious in handling things, just to achieve their goals.

Ling Han chuckled, the more he looked at these people, the more ridiculous he felt.

He took out a wet wipe from his bag and stepped forward.

Uncle Pengci was about to refute, but Ling Han held him down, and wiped away the blood on his forehead with a wet towel.

It is said to be blood, but in fact it is just fuel for dyeing.

And the blood on his arms and thighs was also fuel for the dye.

After Ling Han dried it off, he threw the paper towel aside.

Look at the uncle's forehead and arm again, there is no wound at all.

"Come here and have a look, are there any wounds on it?"

Huang Mao and the others looked at each other without speaking.

They are a group, and they are like a mirror in their hearts. They know better than anyone that the uncle's wound is actually a disguise.

Several people were dumbfounded and opened their mouths wide, but they didn't dare to speak for a long time.