Tongtong pushed the car door open in confusion, swinging her legs out of the door.
The party dress and high heels she wore were originally intended for a banquet, completely unsuitable for such a situation. The slender high heels almost caused her to twist her ankle when they hit the stones on the ground.
A beam of light suddenly shone on her face, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield it.
The roar of an engine sounded, and a red Harley motorcycle thundered towards her, skidding to a stop less than a ter away and sending pebbles flying around, peppering her body and face. The exposed calves beneath her dress were in pain from the impact.
Tongtong looked at the motorcyclist in confusion as Sasha’s off-road vehicle quickly reversed.
All around, countless bright lights lit up, and then one motorcycle after another rushed towards her manically.
"Ah!"
Seeing the vehicles seemingly about to crash into her, Tongtong scread in fright, hurriedly retreating, only for another vehicle to approach from behind. In her panic, she stumbled, her high heels turning, and fell to the ground.
Yet the motorcycles didn’t stop, continuing to circle around her, barely grazing past her. The wind lifted her dress in a flurry.
At this mont, the rider on the red motorcycle also jumped off, removed his helt, and whistled loudly.
The motorcyclists quickly stopped their bikes, forming a circle around Tongtong.
In the distance, a searchlight illuminated the open space in white light.
Tongtong looked up to see a figure walking towards her, silhouetted against the light.
With long hair glowing like a halo in the light, the person’s face was obscured in shadow, but their slender and tall form was visible.
"Miss Tong, welco!"
Hearing the sowhat familiar voice, Tongtong struggled to get up from the ground and looked at the person’s face.
Underneath the slightly disheveled long hair was a delicate face, with a hint of a wicked smile on their lips.
The person in front of her looked familiar, but for a mont, Tongtong couldn’t recall who it was.
"What, don’t recognize ?!" Mo Bei reached out and pinched her face, "Want to slap you again?!"
Tongtong snapped back to reality, her eyes widened, "You... you’re Assistant Mo?!"
No wonder Jiao Yang and her... it turns out she’s a woman!
She thought to herself, when did Jiao Yang beco a homosexual?!
"Good to know!" Mo Bei crossed her arms, "You hit my bike, didn’t you? What do you say about that?!"
"Bike..." Tongtong feigned ignorance, "What bike?!"
"Stop pretending, the parking lot’s surveillance footage captured everything clearly!" Mo Bei extended a hand, "Ninety-eight thousand, are you transferring the money or paying cash?!"
"Ninety-eight thousand?!" Tongtong’s expression changed instantly, "You’re robbing , right? A broken bicycle for ninety-eight thousand?!"
"So, you’re not going to compensate?" Mo Bei asked coolly.
Tongtong pursed her lips, "You’re asking extortionate prices, let tell you, I’m not scared by this!"
Even if she had the video, so what? A broken bicycle worth, at most, a few thousand bucks, did they think bringing her here would scare her?!
Reaching for her phone in her bag, Tongtong quickly dialed three numbers—1, 1, 0!
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