"Damn it, someone is stealing my bike—motherfucker, what do you want with my bike?"
The man, whose bike was being stolen, only reacted after Bai Xiaofan had gotten a hundred meters away and began to chase after him, yelling loudly.
What kind of society is this?
Who the hell still steals bikes?
"Here's a thousand yuan, I'm buying your bike!"
Bai Xiaofan heard the shouting behind him and casually threw out a stack of cash.
Strangely enough, the stack of cash flew over a hundred meters and landed in the arms of the man whose bike had been stolen.
How could they know that Bai Xiaofan had used Xianyuan...
Pedaling furiously, Bai Xiaofan followed the van closely.
Soon, the van arrived at a residential area.
It must have been a building from the last century—it was quite dilapidated!
Naturally, there was no security at the entrance.
Bai Xiaofan parked his bike next to the van and glanced at the dark stairwell before walking in...
"Who are you people? Why did you bring me here?"