"You and I share a fate, I'll certainly burn you some more paper money another day. Amitabha."
Qin Shou silently mourned for him, then prepared to turn and leave.
Since he planned to act low-key, he naturally wouldn't meddle in other people's business.
However, the next second, Qin Shou seemed to think of something and paused.
The distance from here to the Storm Red covered in spider webs wasn't far, and he just happened to run into this chubby guy.
Could it be that this guy was the owner of the Storm Red?
A rich man!
Qin Shou felt tempted.
Should he rob him once more?
Since he owns a third mecha, he could very well have a fourth, maybe even a fifth...
Qin Shou squinted slightly, the smirk on his lips grew more exaggerated.
"A man grows rich through windfall gains, a horse grows fat from night grass."
Let's do this!
Just as Qin Shou made up his mind, he suddenly thought about something.
