For a moment, the entire intersection was watching the owners of super luxury cars.

The tall and tall handsome guy criticized Avis and squatted by the rear of the car.

He rubbed the dough in pain, as if he treated his face as this concave iron sheet...

I almost sank this piece and stared at it.

He made up his mind! Grip his teeth!

Stand up suddenly!

When Carl thought he was going to beat the old man, Ives stomped his feet hard and said with a look of home:

"Carl! Help the old guy to the other side of the road! I'll fight him with the tricycle, let's go! Let's go!"

“!!!”

What's the meaning?

No need to pay?

Don't take insurance claims?

Ivis was exhausted, as if he had given up the claim just now and spent all his courage.

He accepted his fate and helped the tricycle up, picked up the cardboard boxes, aluminum cans, broken plastic basins scattered around him... and piled them up behind the tricycle.
Chapter completed!