"Are you sure it's here?" Wang Dadan asked in a low voice.
In front of the courtyard that left him with a lifelong psychological shadow, he truly didn't even dare speak loudly.
The landlord nodded: "Yes, it's here."
Wang Dadan took a deep breath, waved his large hand, and turned to leave.
Using the word "leave" isn't quite accurate; his rushed appearance was more like an escape.
"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, don't go." The landlord hurriedly caught up, looking puzzled.
Wang Dadan said seriously, "I will return the money to you, and also, let me give you a piece of advice: it's best not to mess with the people living here."
With that, he pushed aside the obstructing landlord and hurriedly led his people toward the alley's exit.
But just at that moment, a black business car turned into the alley.
Wang Dadan and his group stepped aside in advance to make room on the road, but unexpectedly, the vehicle stopped not far from where they stood.
