"Hehe. Woman, don't bluff. You don't want to kill people? As if you could kill people…" The leader of the gang smirked.
Lu Yan: "…"
These teenagers didn't know Lu Yan's abilities and dared to speak to her in this way.
They should have asked her, "Sister Yan, on which day don't you kill people?"
Ever since she was a child, she had been hunted down by enemies and forced to make bombs…
She was now a bit over 20 years old but had killed more people than she could remember.
"You boys are still young. Do you know robbing is against the law?" An lectured them sternly.
"We know it. But we're not yet 18 years old, and the law can't do much about us."
"Don't you know there's a place called the Juvenile Detention Center?" An continued to reason with them.
"Of course. The chief of the center is my third uncle, so… Now shut up and hand over the prize money," the leader of the gang boasted and got a bit impatient.
