The stolen meal was indeed delicious, so delicious that Dunzi and Zhang Feng wished they could steal meals every day from now on.
The world is balanced; when someone makes money, someone else loses money. When someone is happy, someone else is definitely unhappy.
Fang Zhizhong, who was robbed at the bridgehead, stood there for quite a while. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out. No matter how he tried to justify it, it was just a plate of fried rice. Although it was indeed more expensive than regular fried rice, was it worth stealing?
Fine, if they had to steal, they did it with style, with one person in charge of driving and transporting while the other did the deed, like some bank heist in a movie!
"I personally suggest we call the police. Even if it's just rice, the behavior is atrocious. It's a gang crime; can we tolerate this?"
"If they dare to steal rice today, who knows what they'll dare to steal tomorrow?"
"Yes, call the police!"
