"Where? Where's the fat sheep?"
Before the burly man's voice fell, the other two robbers also shouted and rushed in.
They were also wearing pantyhose over their heads, concealing their true faces.
One was as thin as a stick, his hurried steps somewhat unsteady.
The other had a medium build and held a jet-black shiny pistol, appearing relatively calm.
When they saw the two boxes of visually striking cash on the table, they were instantly stunned.
"Damn, boss, this job was worth it!"
The dark-skinned burly man growled gruffly, as if drool was about to seep through the pantyhose mesh.
"We're rich, we're rich..."
The skinny robber's voice trembled, his pair of sly eyes staring fixedly at the two piles of cash through the pantyhose.
"Black Bull, Mouse, what are you waiting for? You two, take the money first."
The gun-wielding robber seemed to be the leader among them, first returning to his senses and speaking in a deep voice.
