The scrawny thug, among the pair of menacing figures, left no room for negotiation as he clutched the collar of the street vendor. His eyes blazed with fury, fixing his gaze on the unfortunate street vendor.
With a mere glance, one could sense his overwhelming anger.
"Where is the money?" demanded the thin thug, his grip on the collar tightening.
"That…" The street vendor stuttered for a moment, finding it incredibly difficult to speak while being yanked by his collar. He was unable to complete his words.
"Slap. Slap." The thin man struck the street vendor's cheeks, reddening his face. However, the street vendor did not retaliate. After all, it was his own mistake for not immediately handing over the money.
