Chapter 183 This is the Comedy I'm Talking About! (Pleading for Monthly Votes)

"Doug! Doug!" On the big screen, amidst the rolling yellow sands of the Mojave Desert, a fierce bald muscle-head dragged a person, hands tied and hooded, out of a Hummer. The three of them started shouting excitedly. Dressed in a black leather jacket, Michelle stood in front of the Hummer with her arms crossed. She wore sunglasses on her forehead, chewing on a toothpick with a cocky, swaggering look.

The audience in their seats were already feeling a bubble of laughter when they saw Michelle roughly shove Doug and say in a deep voice, "You got two choices, pay me the money, and the guy is yours; or..." She took the toothpick out of her mouth, spat, and pointing it at them, said, "I kill all you bitches, and the money's still mine."

As she spoke, the two muscle-heads to her left and right both pulled out a gun, aiming at the trio in front of the Mercedes.