Xu Fan walked up to Piao Daosi, reached out his hand, grabbed his hair, and with the pen in his hand, began drawing rapidly on his fair face.
The strokes flowed smoothly, and soon Xu Fan had left a vivid drawing of a big turtle on Piao Daosi's face.
"By Xu Fan."
Leaving his autograph next to the big turtle on Piao Daosi's face, Xu Fan then said, "Alright, you can go now."
"By the way, here's a piece of advice for you, don't dig further into this matter."
Having been swindled for over ten million on the street, someone like Piao Daosi would most likely continue to entangle himself with me.
I didn't mind playing with him further, the reminder was purely out of good intentions.
Whether he listened or not was naturally up to him.
Whether he came back to settle accounts with Xu Fan was a matter for later, and he definitely needed to make a quick escape for now.
Piao Daosi took a deep look at Xu Fan then led his men away, disappearing completely.
