"Get the fuck out, all of you hiding inside there, do you want to die?"
Just as Li Feng was covertly sizing up the courtyard, the door of the van opened, and three youths descended, shouting at the Little Beggars to hurry down.
"Brother, our work is done for today."
Just then, Brother Da Liang shouted towards a room in the middle, and several burly men came out of the house.
The one leading them, in his thirties, had a scar at the corner of his eye, a face full of coarse flesh, and looked ferociously cruel.
At this moment, he glanced at the Little Beggars who had gotten off the van and asked:
"How was today's harvest?"
"Brother, I don't know why, but people seem to be getting less and less compassionate. Before, they used to give ten or twenty yuan, but now, they're only giving one or two yuan. Altogether, these chumps only brought in ten thousand yuan."
Brother Da Liang was feeling somewhat guilty as he said this to the muscle-bound man.
