The little boy suddenly seemed to think of something and stared at the door lock, lost in thought. It was the latest product; no one could enter without a fingerprint. How did that stinky girl get in? He was right to keep her; it was the right decision.
"You little brat, what now? Didn't you get your late-night snack?" someone hollered impatiently.
The little boy glared haughtily. "Nothing, I just wanted to test how secure this place is. Not bad, I yell and you guys show up immediately."
The person who came in was instantly furious, rolled up his sleeves, and glared menacingly. "Motherfucker, are you looking to die, kid? Daring to mess with us, I'll teach you a good lesson today." Amongst the underworld, no one lets a little punk play them.
Another person who came in with him hurriedly stepped in front: "Alright, calm down. Have you forgotten what the Boss said? This kid is still useful; we can't touch him."
