"Hey, sister-in-law is still here. Why didn't you attend Old Bai's final journey? At least let the kid send off his dad."
"Look how deserted it is, no one would believe this is Boss Bai's place... Sister-in-law, you can't hold up such a big place by yourself as a woman. I'll give you five hundred for it, just transfer it over to me."
"Five hundred? Haha, you've got some nerve to say that, haven't you seen how dark Fourth Brother's face has turned?"
"Hahahaha..."
A group of six or seven fat guys sauntered into the courtyard, flanked by five or six dozen skinny underlings, swinging their arms around as if they owned the place. They scrutinized the desolate black market and the small courtyard with its female occupant, as though they had already claimed her and it as their private property.
Zheng Lirong gazed at those disgusting faces and suddenly understood a phrase Bai Bo had once said:
"If I refuse today, I'll be dead by tomorrow."
