Jiang Xue glanced at the man indifferently and walked to the side. Only after she was a certain distance from her car did she say, "I want to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about? If you're hoping we'll let you off, forget it. We came here today, and we're definitely not leaving empty-handed."
"A few big men bullying a weak girl, do you have no shame?" Jiang Xue sneered coldly at these words, raised her hand to point at the man who spoke, and said, "If you have the guts, go protect the nation as security guards. Coming to a school to bully students and girls—does it amuse you?"
"Woman, we're just doing our job for money; whatever you say is useless. If that's all you want to say, sorry, I don't have time to listen. So you'd better be smart and hand over the money. Otherwise, the guys' tools won't be pleasant."
