"I have lost a lot of things. I'm afraid it's not a good idea to bother you." Allen also knew that these people had bad intentions. They didn't really want to help him.
Hearing Allen's refusal, the big shots looked at each other.
How much could a poor boy lose? If he could get the favor of Bobby, he could buy a new one for him.
Thinking of this, they began to persuade him again.
"Then why not accept it?"
Now that someone was in a hurry to give the money, it was worth it. With a snicker, Allen rolled up his sleeves, took the pen, and scribbled on the paper.
Five sets of clothes and five sets of equipment.
Seeing what Allen wrote, the big shots smiled at each other.
"Young Master Allen, we don't need these old clothes. I'll buy you some new clothes." Allen nodded to the man beside him to express his gratitude. 'Why is he in such a hurry to show up?' Allen thought.