"How come you're fine?"

After the crisp slap, the square unusually regained a moment of silence, followed by shouts coming from all directions.

"There's one that got away, kill him!"

"Cut him down, don't let him run!"

"Don't worry, I absolutely won't run today~"

Ming raised his hand, signaling them to calm down.

So many people were willing to hand over their money, why would he run? 

At the same time, he observed the surrounding situation. He didn't want to miss any person who was ready to give money. 

"..."

"What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"One of us?"

"No, no, I'm definitely not one of you."

Ming hurriedly shook his head. One of them? He was the one who was supposed to take their money, how could he possibly be one of them?

"Hey, ~ friend."