"Are you sure?" a man with tattoos covering his entire body sitting over a bamboo spoke.
"Yeah, he threw 20 gold coins like it's nothing. I am sure he must be very rich, and there was even a woman with them.
Although I didn't see her face, she appeared hot." The manager spoke, scratching the scars on his face.
"Should we strike tonight? The atmosphere here is quite serious—even though the curfew has ended, the security is still very tight." another man added.
Over fifty men were gathered in a small field behind their hotel and, in the thick mist, they couldn't even see each other's faces.
"Yes, who's gonna know about it anyway. I am sure they must be some rich merchant or something from Ghazi city, unaware of this hotel's reputation." someone from the crowd added.
"But I still think we should be more careful during this period of time—" the tattooed man said. He seemed to be the leader of the bunch.
