Terrence sighed. "Why does the world give me a problem when I'm already rushing?" he asked out loud. He was unfazed by what the big man had asked him.
He looked around. "Can you just let me go? I'm kinda rushing. I can't miss my sister's meeting." He tried to talk calmly.
First thing first, Terrence did not want to resort to force now. It would take him some time to fight, and he was already running too late.
His mother's scolding was much scarier than this.
The guy who spoke earlier glared at Terrence. "The only way we will talk calmly is if you hand over all your bags and money to us," He said in a stern voice.
They have been watching Terrence for a while since inside the mall. They paid those guards from earlier to give Terrence the wrong exit.
Now that they spent some money, they can't just let Terrence go away.
"What if I don't want to?" Terrence looked at them pathetically. 'They have big bodies, and yet they can't work properly?'
