C141 Trouble Came to My Door

A tricycle was parked at the side of the road in front of Nightwood Bar. Two men with strange clothes turned around with ice-cold eyes.

"Stop acting cool. Give me the taxi fare. It's five yuan and I still have a customer to pull."

"Junior brother, what do you mean by fare?"

"Cough cough, senior brother, I'll go and take care of it. Wait for me here."

After saying that