Fang Yu glanced back and immediately knew he'd encountered a bunch of idiots who couldn't see what was right in front of them.
Silently, he pulled out a few one-dollar bills from his chest and tossed them over—
"Young master's shoes are dirty. Clean them for me, and the money's yours!"
Eye for an eye.
That young master from a wealthy family saw the wrinkled money and was instantly furious.
"Motherf*cker, where did this loser come from, daring to insult this master?"
"Loser talking about whom?" Fang Yu retorted.
"Loser's talking about you!"
"Oh, the loser is really obedient, isn't he?"
The wealthy young master spoke too quickly, and once he realized what had happened, his face turned red with anger!
"Looking for death!"
With that, he was about to rush up and beat someone.
Just at that moment—
A few individuals appeared nearby, with two genteel figures leading and several bodyguards following. They clearly looked like people of high stature.