The kid had this little tuft of yellow hair dyed on his head, pretty unique, like someone had taken a dump right on top of him. He just stared pitifully at Chen Ergou, looking dead inside.
"So you've got old folks above and kids below, huh? Take out your ID, let me see how old you really are!"
"Grandpa, I…"
The only reason Chen Ergou asked like that was because he could tell at a glance the kid wasn't even twenty. One look and you knew he was bullshitting. As soon as he said that, the yellow‑haired kid's face changed on the spot, his mouth started mumbling and he didn't know what to say.
"How about this, I won't make it hard on you. As long as you agree to one condition, I'll let you all go."
Looking at this ragtag bunch of losers in front of him, Chen Ergou's lips curled up slightly. He spoke with some amusement, and just as he finished, that group all rushed up, staring at Chen Ergou with pitiful faces, desperate to know what his condition was.
