Huh?
Ning Fengzhi noticed that Tuan Tuan's attention was all on Shi Yiling, praising Shi Yiling and not sparing him a glance.
"Lingling, can you teach me in the future?"
As the group walked towards the school, Tuan Tuan still asked.
After they left, the boss, with great difficulty, got up from the ground. His brows were furrowed; he had indeed kicked an iron plate.
Fortunately, these people were naive enough to call the police and then leave directly. Did they really think that the three of them here were incapacitated by such a minor scuffle? Too naive.
"Go, you two, hurry up and get up!" He struggled to get the two of them up from the ground. Gangzi was okay, but Old Huang was clearly having some trouble. Lingling had definitely dislocated Old Huang's wrist earlier, and his knee seemed to have been kicked on a nerve, making it difficult for him to get up anytime soon.
The boss frowned and urged, "Gangzi, give me a hand and help me carry him away. The police will be here soon!"
"Okay..."
Gangzi said, rushing over to help lift him by the waist.
Just as they managed to lift Gangzi up and the three of them were preparing to leave this troublesome place as quickly as possible, a figure appeared.
"You three are just going to leave, all dejected?" A person dressed entirely in white blocked their path.
The person wore a moon-white cloak and a long robe. Their head was hidden within the hood, and they lowered their head, speaking in a deep, magnetic voice.
"Who are you..." The boss's legs felt weak from the sudden appearance of this person, but he quickly regained his composure and asked.
"Less than two minutes until the police arrive," the person ignored his question and continued, "This is your last chance to think. If you are willing to be arrested by the police, I won't stop you."
"Of course, you can choose to accept my help. I can guarantee that none of you three will be arrested."
"Boss, deal with him! This guy is blocking our way!"
Gangzi didn't care about the niceties and prepared to kick the person.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the cloaked figure's left hand lifted slightly, and Gangzi felt himself spin wildly and fall to the ground.
"What's the price?"
The boss's eyelids twitched wildly. He looked at his brother lying on the ground, suppressing his unease, and asked.
"The price is that all three of you will work for me," the person said calmly. "One minute left."
One minute until the police arrived?
The boss was deep in thought. This person was very strange, like some cultist. He knew that once he made a choice, there would be no turning back.
But...
The sharp wail of a siren reached his ears.
If the three of them were taken away, all their past deeds would be exposed. At that time, he didn't know how long he and his two brothers would spend in jail. Three years? Five years? Or even seven?
The siren grew louder.
"Forty seconds."
The white-robed figure was not in a hurry, slowly counting down, waiting for the answer he desired.
The boss looked at Gangzi, whom he was barely supporting, and at Old Huang, who was slowly getting up from the ground, his head still a bit dazed from the fall. The answer was obvious.
Since he didn't want to go to jail, he could only agree.
"Alright."