This time, the Little Fatty stood at the door on his own to keep watch, allowing Luo Yirui to proceed with confidence.
Receiving a look from the Little Fatty, Luo Yirui nodded to show he understood, but he didn't really rely on him. If he waited for a warning from him, it might be too late.
Luo Yirui quickly opened the handbag, and the first thing he saw was an identification card, which delighted him.
He took out the ID card, and a head like a turnip with two large ears sticking out on the sides came into view, impossible to ignore. Perhaps due to the shape of the head, his eyes seemed smaller, giving a rather sleazy impression.
The man's name was Ma Chengli, around forty years old. Judging by the first six digits on the ID number, he was not a local, but Luo Yirui didn't know exactly where he was from, although his father certainly knew.
