Facing Yang Fan's straightforward threat, the plump woman remained fearless, letting out a cold laugh as she said, "Little brat, are you trying to intimidate your ancestors? I've been running this shop in this dump for ten years. People come and go upstairs every day, and the bedboards creak from morning until three in the morning—never had a single issue arise. You want to mess with me? Go ahead, try me if you dare."
Yang Fan chuckled lightly. "But sometimes, accidents do happen, right? If you walk by the river often, you can't avoid getting your shoes wet."
"Or perhaps, you were already working with that woman? Are you the mastermind behind the scam?"
There was undoubtedly an organization behind these people.
If this shopkeeper wasn't the organizer, then she must be taking a cut from the middle.
The plump woman snorted, slamming shut the small payment window and waving her hand impatiently. "Scram, scram, hurry up and get lost!"
