"Dare not, dare not bring it." Shan pleaded repeatedly, shameless in front of his little brothers. Of course, he knew that saving face now might mean he won't need it later.
Clang!
Perhaps one of his little brothers behind him hadn't expected their revered boss to show this kind of face, and his right hand loosened, dropping the steel pipe hidden in his sleeve onto the ground.
He hurriedly went to pick it up, but Shen Yaowei was faster.
Shen Yaowei stepped on the steel pipe and stared fiercely at him.
The little thug tried pulling the steel pipe to no avail, tried again, then looked up at Shen Yaowei and shivered, retreating to one side.
Shen Yaowei snorted, bent down to pick up the steel pipe, pondered briefly, and shouted: "Found one Qimei Short Stick!"
The little thug froze, quickly shouted: "What Qimei Short Stick, I picked up this steel pipe by the roadside! I'm taking it home to sell for scrap!"
