"No, my little darling!"
When Xiyu rushed into the Joyful District's Vehicle Administration Office, his car, which had just been commandeered by the Devout Buddhist, had already been transferred to a new owner.
The money from the sale had also been deposited into the Devout Buddhist's bank account.
"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Xiyu's car has found a better home with the help of the Rich Monk. There's no need for you to worry."
Watching the Devout Buddhist put his palms together and bow to him, Xiyu clutched his chest with his right hand, slowly kneeling on the ground, his face sorrowful.
Lin Hao felt a bit of compassion, but before he could step forward to offer some comfort,
Xiyu reached into his pocket with his left hand and tossed some torn paper, which fluttered like snow in the air.
Lin Hao: ...
Devout Buddhist: "Let's go."
Lin Hao: "Why not have Vice Captain Xiyu join us?"
