At this mont, a voice ca from the driver’s Bluetooth headset: "Agree to their price, just get them into the car."
The driver smiled: "Then let’s say two yuan per person."
The sa fare as a public bus.
Seven people, just fourteen yuan.
Tom looked at the wealthy Little Taotie: "This price is acceptable."
All the money was with the "little manager," Little Taotie.
Wukong eagerly watched Little Taotie, waiting for her to pay, then he got on the car first, choosing the seat next to the driver. He loved sitting there, as if he were the driver himself, sharing the driver’s perspective.
Little Taotie didn’t imdiately reach for the money but instead asked, "Uncle, the yuan you ntioned, which country’s money is it?"
The driver laughed heartily: "You’re a Hua Country person, right? Then it’s Hua Country currency!"
Tom frowned: "Isn’t M-currency used all over this Little Island?"
The driver waved his hand with a smile: "Whatever you like, you can give M-currency too."
Little Taotie took out a hundred M-currency note, "I don’t have change."
Hua Jinyan, who had been very quiet, suddenly spoke up, "Let’s add each other as friends, and I’ll transfer it to you on W Chat."
The driver uncle was eager to trick them onto the car and didn’t think much, took out his phone and added as friends.
Hua Jinyan imdiately opened the driver’s social dia monts.
Wow!
One word!
The photos in the monts were all showing off cars, watches, luxury shoes...
Scrolling down, you could see he attended a cocktail party not long ago, the scene looked extraordinary, not a regular party.
The last of the nine-fra grid was a photo of him with two other n, all three wearing brands, holding cigars, looking rich or noble.
It’s really hard to connect this lavish social dia persona with the driver of a shabby little car.
Most importantly, the driver is currently wearing long sleeves, but in the pictures, he wore a sleeveless shirt, revealing an arm full of tattoos.
Covered in tattoos.
The tattoos on all three were identical, more like tattoos arranged by so organization for its mbers for uniform identity.
Once tattooed, it represented becoming a partner.
This could very well be a cri syndicate.
And now this driver was trying to lure the seven of them into the car, what was the program team thinking?
Was this arranged by the program team?
Hua Jinyan had so qualms and didn’t expose him on the spot.
Wukong and Li Dahe had already stepped into the car with one foot each, scrambling for the seat next to the driver.
Tom leaned closer to Hua Jinyan, "Hua, did the transfer go through? Wait, what are you looking at? Is that... uncle?"
Zhuge Xunming also leaned over to take a look, and after one glance, he broke out in a cold sweat, reaching out to pull Li Dahe and Wukong down from the car in a hurry.
Li Dahe and Wukong were sulking, Li Dahe noticed Tom holding Hua Jinyan’s phone looking at so photos and leaned over to take a look.
He looked at the photos on the phone, then at the kind smiling driver waiting for them to board, Li Dahe was terrified, shouting: "Run, it’s a human trafficker! A wolf in sheep’s clothing!"
Li Dahe’s loud cry disrupted the plan.
The driver, who originally intended to let them get in on their own without resorting to drastic asures, suddenly lost his smile, his gaze turned dark instantly.
The person on the other end of the Bluetooth also heard Li Dahe’s shout, laughed lightly: "Brothers, let’s just act. No need for courtesy."
Another voice erged: "We initially thought they were just kids, afraid of hurting them, so we used gentler tactics. Didn’t expect them to refuse and provoke us; they’re courting death!"
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