Will Sr.'s hand reached for his pistol as he continued to complain and curse. His ears perked up, and his eyes scanned his surroundings vigilantly under the dim light of the lamp.
He had been in this toy store for almost 20 years, and he had personally organized the items on the shelves. As a result, he was very familiar with the placement of each item in the store. He easily noticed that the small pendant on the back door handle was a little crooked.
This meant that someone had opened the door and entered the small warehouse behind.
Will Sr. bit his lower lip hard. The pain made him calm down a lot, and his mind became clearer.
"F*ck you, you've smashed many of my things. How am I supposed to continue running my shop?" As he cursed, he knocked on the wall with one hand and walked to the door with the pistol in the other.
