The crowd's gaze was fixed on the wallet on the ground.
The wallet was thick, visibly stuffed with a wad of cash.
At this moment, many were tempted. Two thousand bucks was quite a sum, after all, and this kid seemed young, probably easy to handle.
A little handiwork, and one could earn two thousand—why not?
"Are you for real?"
A tall, imposing man pushed through the crowd and stepped out, his voice gruff.
"For real!" the short, chubby man said.
The tall man twisted his neck slightly, then flexed his muscular body, saying, "I used to do boxing. Give me three thousand more, and I'll help you beat me up!"
The short, chubby man immediately looked pleased and repeatedly said, "Good, good, good! Beat me up!"
Then, a few others stepped forward.
"All of you, get me! The harder you hit, the more I'll pay," the short, chubby man shouted excitedly.
Then he turned to me and sneered, "You punk, you dare hit me? I'm going to kill you right now!"
