The three people, Bai Xiqin and the others, didn't return to the bus but turned around to look at two people approaching from afar.
Vaguely, they could see that one of the people with pitch-black skin had colorful hair on his head.
It was the person who had just run away from here.
Bai Yifan curled his lips slightly, feeling a bit sympathetic towards the colorful-haired man's friend.
Getting beaten up himself wasn't enough, now he's dragging his friend along too. Does he want his friend to experience what it's like to be struck by lightning?
"Bro, it's them! They're the ones who stole the dog we were planning to feast on. If it weren't for them, I would've treated you to a delicious dog meat hotpot!"
The colorful-haired man pointed sinisterly at Bai Yifan, who was holding the dog.
The man called "Bro" was a middle-aged man, who seemed rather composed and not like a sloppy person.
He seemed to have the aura of someone in power.
