The Second and Third Brother approached the counter, tossing out two black plastic bags, and pointing their guns at several staff members, signaling them to quickly pack the money into the bags.
The staff members who were previously counting cash for Zhang Xian were startled and quickly began stuffing money into the bags. Their hands trembled and their knees shook uncontrollably.
The First Brother walked up to Zhang Xian with his gun, laughing, "Hey, kid, got any last words?"
Zhang Xian looked at the leading robber with a smile, chuckling, "Coincidence, I was just going to say that to you. However, it seems that there is no one to relay your last words."
Mo Shaoyun frowned upon seeing Zhang Xian's arrogance, "What are you doing?"
The First Brother looked down, was stunned by Mo Shaoyun's beauty, and ordered, "Hey girl, lift your head, let me have a good look."
Mo Shaoyun, with her head lowered, secretly cursed herself for drawing attention.
