Han Fei's mind had concocted a crazy plan. If the plan succeeded, he would manage to take control of the convenience store smoothly; a single mistake, however, would lead to a gruesomely ugly death.
"A knife's edge cuts through fame and fortune, and riches are sought through risks, you're right, we can't miss this opportunity."
Han Fei's eyes gradually narrowed, hiding the dangerous gleam deep within his pupils.
"I always feel like what you're talking about isn't quite the same thing," said the face on the White Wax, now distorted. It simply wanted to escape the convenience store. "The Paperman Store Manager is extremely dangerous. If you just take me away, we escape far away, that's enough! Please don't get any extra ideas!"
