Song Zhaozhao thought he was also here to buy cakes, so he raised his head happily.

I saw a thin face, a bit like a monkey face. He had a pair of triangular eyes. His eyebrows were short and thick, with drooping tips, like an "eight", and like two hanging knives.

The face of a villain is perfectly adapted to his body. When he smiles, he doesn't smile. One look at his face, and you can tell that this person is very sinister and harbors evil intentions.

"Brother, do you want wild vegetable egg pancakes or green onion pancakes?"

The man opposite smiled evilly: "Little girl, what day did this stall open?"

Song Zhaozhao knew that the visitor was unkind, so he tried his best to put on a smiley face: "Brother, this has just been the second day."

"How's business?"

"Brother, look at it, it's already here and it's not sold out yet. Business isn't very good."

Although Song Zhaozhao is not an ancient person, he has watched a lot of TV dramas. Song Zhaozhao knows everything about the things that young people do like this.

The man opposite lifted Song Zhaozhao's basket, took a look, and then closed it again.

"You just buy these two things?"

Song Zhaozhao nodded fiercely: "Brother, do you want to buy some...?"

"Boss, give me another one."

As Song Zhaozhao was talking, another guest came. Just as Song Zhaozhao was about to agree, he was interrupted by the man opposite.

"Okay, you..."

"What are you buying?" the man's voice was very loud, causing passers-by to stop.

When the guest saw the appearance of the man opposite, he left quickly without saying a word.

"Hey, this guest...?"

"Little girl, I think your business has been good these past two days?"

Song Zhaozhao: It seems there is no way to escape.

"Brother, I just run a small business. Can you... please let me go?"

"Let you go?"

Song Zhaozhao nodded fiercely.

"Of course I can let you go, but you still have to pay the protection fee."

Song Zhaozhao: "..."

In this way, it seems there is no escape.

"Girl, just give him some silver."

At the stall next to Song Zhaozhao, there was an old man, speaking submissively.

"This big brother, are you...?"

Song Zhaozhao must know who is robbing him of his money.

"Old man, tell me." The man still had a ferocious expression.

"Girl, this is the guy from Boss Zhao's house at Tongfu Inn across from us."

Good guy, Song Zhaozhao finally understood that there are few shops near Tongfu Inn. It turns out there is a reason. No wonder, these are simply ruffians!

It turns out that Boss Zhao is not a benevolent person. He runs an inn here, and all the stalls within several kilometers have to pay him protection fees. If he doesn't pay, the business will definitely fail.

"Old man, don't just say it. I'll give you your fifty silver taels immediately."

The old man quickly took out fifty taels of silver from his package and stuffed it into the man's hand. The man shook the silver taels and took an apple from the old man's stall to eat.

"Fifty taels?!" Song Zhaozhao was really confused and surprised.

"You have more than fifty taels. Judging from your appearance, you can give me eighty taels."

What! Eighty taels. I only earned eighty taels yesterday, including the cost of materials. Today I have to pay for protection. I really think that I, Song Zhaozhao, am a vegetarian.

"Hurry up, what are you thinking about, where is the money?" the man continued to urge.

"No!" Song Zhaozhao, who is so jealous of money, will naturally not give away his hard-earned money.

"What did you say?"

The man opposite was also very surprised. He had been collecting protection money for so long, and this was the first time someone dared to say that to a little girl.

"I! Say! I don't! Have! Silver! Zi!"

Song Zhaozhao raised his voice word by word and spoke these words in a cadence.

"I think you are tired of living!"

The man was very angry at Song Zhaozhao's appearance and pointed at Song Zhaozhao with words.

Song Zhaozhao was not a good person either. Before entering the book, Song Zhaozhao often stood up for others when he was a student. In addition, he had learned Taekwondo since he was a child, so his skills were not bad at all.

Song Zhaozhao immediately grabbed the man's arm to retract the belt, closed the distance between himself and the man, and quickly raised his leg to lift the man's abdomen. The whole process could be described as fast, accurate, and powerful.

The man was so beaten that he was in pain and rolling on the ground.

"You...you...you..."

"Get out of here if you don't want to!"

The man was afraid that Song Zhaozhao would hit him again, so he was so frightened that he rolled over and left. As he walked, he didn't forget to turn around and point at Song Zhaozhao.

"You...you...wait for me!"

"Don't leave yet!"

The man quickly ran into Tongfu Inn. Song Zhaozhao clapped his hands proudly, and passers-by on the street also applauded Song Zhaozhao.

"Girl, why are you doing this? Just give him the silver."

"Grandpa, how much silver do you earn in a day selling all kinds of fruits? Why are you giving them fifty taels of silver now?"

The old man shook his head helplessly: "If I give them this money, I can still earn enough to eat today. If I don't give them this money, I really don't know if I can still have a full meal."

When Song Zhaozhao heard what his grandfather said, he felt heartbroken. He was also secretly blaming God. Since he had no ability, why should he have mercy on himself?

"But Grandpa, you..." Song Zhaozhao still wanted to dissuade them, but couldn't say anything at the moment, "Grandpa, don't worry, as long as I, Song Zhaozhao, are here today, you don't have to pay them protection money!

"

The old man shook his head: "Girl, let's go quickly. Let's go before Boss Zhao comes out. Otherwise, it will be too late. Don't come here again tomorrow."

"Grandpa...?"

"Who, what little girl is it, dares to be so bold!"

Just as Song Zhaozhao was saying this to his grandfather, Boss Zhao from Tongfu Inn came out and shouted.

"Boss, it's her!"

The beaten man pointed at Song Zhaozhao.

Song Zhaozhao: "..."

Forget it, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. I saw Boss Zhao walking towards me, followed by several burly, tall and thick men.

"Girl, give them the money." The old man was still trying to dissuade Song Zhaozhao.

She must be afraid of Song Zhaozhao, but she, Song Zhaozhao, is not someone who will give in easily. Boss Zhao will definitely have to deal with it for a while.

"Are you the little girl who just hit me?"

Song Zhaozhao didn't show any fear at all: "You are Boss Zhao of Tongfu Inn."
Chapter completed!