Chapter 63: Fighting is the thing I dislike the most.

"Little girl, my name is Brown, and your friend here broke my friend's porcelain plate and even started a fight. We have to handle this according to the rules," the burly man said with an air of righteousness. "First of all, if something is broken, it needs to be compensated, right?"

With that, Brown paused and turned to the young man, asking, "How much is your porcelain plate worth?"

The young man responded loudly, "A porcelain plate from 1710 should be worth at least $1200!"

Brown nodded and turned to Alice with a smile, saying, "Young lady, I'll make the call here, and you can just compensate him with $1000."

Before Alice could say anything, William had already picked up his phone to call the police.

"Hello, is this the police? I'm at the Chelsea Flea Market, and someone is trying to extort me," he said.