Chapter 88 I Don't Sell Fakes

"It hurt me, not only lost my face, but also got ridiculed a lot. Damn, I've been bloody moldy for eight lifetimes, how would I believe what you said?"

"Hurry up and return my money to me, along with compensation for my reputation fees, mental damages and so on. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. I am angry, but I will kill people..."

Immediately, there was a crackling sound in the house.

An old female voice pleaded in a low voice: "Please don't turn it over, don't smash it, that thing is real, I didn't want to sell it to you, you stole it from me. Ah. Since you don't want it anymore, then you return that thing to me, I... I'll return the money to you, and I'll give it to you."

"How much the hell do you pay me, 1,000 yuan? Is 1,000 yuan enough? You also have to compensate me for my reputation fee and mental damage fee. At least give me 10,000 yuan, otherwise I smashed everything in your house, and by the way, I also smashed the immortal old man on the bed..." The man reprimanded fiercely.

The woman was helpless and asked with a trembling voice, "Reputation fee? Mental damage fee? Ten thousand dollars?

"Don't give it, right? No, I'll smash it right now, brothers, do it..." The man instructed.

His voice was so loud that the roaring neighbors heard it, but no one came to help, and every family hid in the house, not daring to show their heads.

An anger flashed in Wen Muchu's eyes. He put down the basket and rolled up the sleeves of his T-shirt, revealing his lean, wheat-colored muscles. He clenched his fists and was about to rush in.

Lan Xiao quickly grabbed his arm: "Don't be impulsive. There are a lot of them. If there is a fight, you won't be able to get anything cheap. Since they want money, let's act first."

Wen Muchu was also in a hurry, he turned his head and glanced at Lanxiao without saying a word.

He pushed open the door and walked into the room with a sullen look.

Lan Xiao endured the pain in her ankle and followed into the room.

The room was in a mess. Several tall men stood in the room, blocking some lights. Everyone looked fierce and looked around, making the whole room messy.

Three people stood in front of a bedroom, opposite a woman in her fifties with half-white hair. This person should be Wen Muchu's adoptive mother.

She stretched out her arms and shivered to stop the group from entering.

"This room is my son's room. You can't enter or turn it over, or I'll fight with you."

A teenage girl stood behind her, her eyes were red from crying, and she also choked and shouted, "You are bullying people too much, you are blatantly stealing money."

"Heh... Saying we robbed the money, then why don't you dare to call the police? You called the police. When you called the police, the first person to be arrested was your mother. She sold me a fake product, and she was going to jail." A man with dyed yellow hair and a flowing floral shirt laughed mockingly.

"I didn't sell fakes, it's not fake, and I didn't want to sell it to you, you robbed me..." Mother Wen was so angry that she gritted her teeth to defend.

"We gave you 1,000 yuan, and you took it. How can it be considered a robbery? Well, stop talking nonsense, and quickly give me 10,000 yuan, otherwise, I will smash your house." The man He raised his fist as big as a sandbag and threatened viciously.