Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Saying this, Xiao He turned to Lao Qi for confirmation. ”Right, Lao Qi?”

Lao Qi was speechless for a long moment before finally nodding in silence.

If repeatedly forcing someone to kneel and kowtow, then ”sincerely” returning stolen goods counted as ”helping find things,” then how could this not be considered that?

Liu Rulan also fell silent.

Only Xiao Chen looked left and right, then asked in a well-behaved, quiet voice, ”So, are we still calling the police?”

Unfortunately, Xiao He didn’t answer him. He walked straight up to the front of the bodyguard team.

The head bodyguard, seeing Xiao He approach, shielded him even more tightly, preparing to forcibly push through the thugs and lead Xiao He and the others away.

But Xiao He just raised his hand, signaling them not to act for now. Then he walked over to Moses, who was still ”huff-puffing,” and stood in front of him. The bodyguard team could only re-form behind Xiao He, watching the other side’s every move.

Xiao He’s gaze swept over Moses’s pig-like face. He felt not a shred of guilt for beating up a gangster drug dealer. Instead, he earnestly admired his own artistic creation before speaking in a flawless London accent, ”It seems there’s no rule about whose turf this is. And those things were never your property.”

Hearing Xiao He’s voice, Moses somehow felt a strange familiarity. It was as if on some night, a demon with the same voice had whispered in his ear.

But he didn’t dwell on it.

Looking the young man who had stepped forward up and down, Moses snorted coldly. The mind of a crooked merchant kicked in, and he began to quibble, ”But the graffiti in your photos was all painted by our people. Since you photographed it, you have to pay us a copyright fee! Otherwise, it’s copyright infringement! Either you pay up, or you delete all those photos you just took!”

In short, if they didn’t pay, they weren’t leaving with the photos!

Behind the bodyguards, Chadley heard these people were plotting to delete his photos and immediately got anxious. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to argue, but Liu Rulan held him back. ”Don’t worry. Xiao He can handle it.”

On Xiao He’s side, it was the first time he had ever heard a street thug talk to him about copyright fees. The mood he had been carefully cultivating almost shattered, and he burst out laughing.

”Huh? Copyright fees?”

Ugh, did this guy knock his head too hard a few days ago and go stupid?

Talking about copyright fees with him?

”Good point!”

Xiao He’s expression lit up with sudden understanding.

”We really should pay up!”

The young man clenched his fist and tapped his palm, then smiled amiably and waved Moses over. ”Come here, come here.”

”What for?”

Moses looked at this unpredictable guy, whose expression had changed instantly, and became cautiously alert.

Somehow, a chill shot straight up Moses’s spine.

”Get some cash for them in a moment.”

Xiao He turned sideways and said to a nearby bodyguard.

And upon hearing the word ”money,” Moses’s merchant DNA twitched, causing him to unconsciously take a step forward...

Then, in the next instant, a familiar, terrifying pulling force came from his collar. Moses’s pupils constricted, his breath stopped, and before he could even scream, there was a ”BANG” as he slammed into the wall beside him.

The familiar sound of his nasal bone cracking came again—

”OWWW——”