Meng Ke felt that he was simply possessed by a degenerate spirit.

I was sent to Antarctica by the company to film a movie, and I almost froze to death. I finally managed to survive until the filming was completed, and I even encountered a robbery.

He huddled on the ground holding the milk tea he had just bought, punched and kicked on his body, which hurt his heart.

He held his head and howled: "You dare to rob me in broad daylight. Do you know who I am? I am an actor and a public figure! Aren't you afraid that I will expose you?!"

Three or five gangsters stopped their hands. One of the leaders, wearing a floral shirt and holding a cigarette in his mouth, sneered: "Oh, you are such a coward and you still want to be an actor? If you were an actor, I would be the best actor. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Get the money!"

"Bah, there is no way to get money! Even if I, Meng Ke, are beaten to death, I will not give in to you black dogs!"

Hua Shirt puffed out the cigarette and said: "Oh, you have the backbone! Brothers, go ahead and kick him in the face!"

As the saying goes, you don't slap someone in the face.

When Meng Ke heard this, he immediately became anxious. His face was his job, and if he was kicked to pieces, his entire career would be ruined.

He cursed a bitch in his heart, and begged: "I'm done with it, I'm done with it, don't kick me in the face."

He shakily took out a wallet from the inside of his suit, and pulled out hundred-dollar bills one by one with distress.

"A few hairs, bring it to you!" Hua Shirt frowned and snatched the wallet.

He looked through it and found that there was only a few hundred yuan, and he immediately sneered: "How about sending a beggar away for so little?"

Meng Ke said miserably: "It's really gone. All my belongings are here!"

Several gangsters looked at each other, and slapped Meng Ke on the back of the head with a colorful shirt: "You are a fucking fool. Don't you say you are a star? You only have so much money on you?"

Meng Ke was about to burst into tears: "Brother, who brings cash when they go out now? How about I transfer money to you?"

Flowery Shirt immediately kicked him: "Transfer money? You have a pretty good idea. Are you afraid that the police won't be able to catch me?"

He looked Meng Ke up and down, and finally his eyes fell on the watch on his wrist: "Take it off your arm and let me take a look."

Meng Ke paused for a moment and subconsciously retracted his hand: "Brother, I paid Xixi two and a half yuan to grab this, and it comes with free shipping. This, this is not worth it!"

"Two dollars and nine, right?" Hua Shirt took out five dollars from his pocket and said, "Here you go, no need to look for it. I bought your cousin. It's a legal transaction. Don't accuse me of robbing you!"

This watch was sponsored by the brand, with a small seven-digit figure, and he had to return it after participating in the event. If it was really robbed, he would not be able to afford the compensation if his house was sold!

Meng Ke gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I'll fight with you guys, just watch!"

He pointed the milk tea straw at everyone, shook it hard with his hand, and shot around the world.

A few gangsters subconsciously covered their faces.

However, an embarrassing scene happened and nothing happened.

The flower shirt felt that he had been teased, so he was so angry that he grabbed the milk tea, took out the straw blocked by the pearls, and pinched Meng Ke.

"Pfft!"

Milk tea splashed in Meng Ke's face.

"Damn, is it fun?" He threw away the milk tea, cursed, and then said to the other gangsters: "Brothers, take off your watch!"


Chapter completed!