The money from the people in the front row was all collected, and the leader of the bandits was somewhat dissatisfied.
"Is this all the damn money? Why bother traveling if you're so broke?"
The crowd standing there was infuriated but didn't dare speak. Liang Keqing remained calm and quietly observed the surrounding bandits.
"Fatso, where's your money?" one of the bandits said viciously.
"I-I don't have any," the fat man panicked, instinctively clutching his chest.
"Hand it over!"
The bandits all pointed their guns at the fat man. The fat man was on the verge of tears when one of the bandits approached and yanked at his chest, revealing the pouch.
"Damn fatty, so much money."
The bandit's eyes lit up. As he tried to take it, he noticed the fat man still holding on tightly.
"Let go, you damn fatty!"
"Please, I'm begging you, don't take my money," the fat man cried, "I worked hard for this money. I have elders to care for and children to raise, this is all I have to survive!"
