Lin Fei walked out slowly with a smile, expression unflustered.
"This young girl can't even handle this small setup," he said, shaking his head helplessly.
Suddenly, a smack—the sound of a hand hitting Lin Fei's shoulder.
A careless voice came from behind.
"Wow, buddy, pretty bold in broad daylight! How much for the chick? She's top-notch."
Lin Fei immediately threw an elbow backward.
With a thud, the person behind cried out in pain, staggering back three steps and bumping into someone else, his face turning pale, gasping for air for a long while.
"That's my own sister, watch your mouth. We were discussing business," Lin Fei said coldly, patting his right elbow, then turned and walked toward his sleeping berth.
The man's face remained pale, and he struggled to stand up and hurriedly left, parting the crowd.
Although the others around heard Lin Fei's words, most of them were half-doubtful, still wearing ambiguous expressions.