บท 1880: I was Just Cracking a Joke!

"You want money?" Shen Zhilie asked straightforwardly.

Inwardly, he heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the person dared to contact them, they had a chance of catching him. It would be far scarier if he hadn't emerged at all.

"Heh heh heh… I'm not stupid. If I asked for money, wouldn't I be a sitting duck waiting for someone to catch me?" the man laughed. His voice was hoarse and very unpleasant to the ear. It sounded like stone against gravel.

"So what do you want?"

"Ha! I want powder."

Without a doubt, the man was referring to drugs. "I don't have anything of the sort," Shen Zhilie rejected him with righteous indignation. "If you're asking for money, I can give it to you, as long as you never harass us again in the future. But if you're asking for powder, get it yourself. That's not at all an option for us."