"Hmph! Trying to fool me? I just won't fall for it. Isn't it just a hundred bucks? That's too little. I just won't pick it up. What can you do to me?"
The cross-eyed guy continued his act, and the crowd around him grew larger. Most people could only listen and not see, so many didn't understand what they were talking about.
It didn't matter if they didn't understand. The key was that Lin Zifeng knew what he was doing.
With a smile on his lips, Lin Zifeng stepped forward and said, "Buddy, you dropped your money. Is that money yours?"
"That's not my money. I didn't bring any money with me," the cross-eyed guy said with utmost confidence. With his intelligence, how could he be fooled by himself?
"Then it must be my money." Lin Zifeng wasn't in a hurry to expose him. He reached out and picked up the hundred-dollar bill from the ground in front of him, then slyly brushed past his pocket.
But at that moment, the cross-eyed guy was stunned.
