Nanahara Takeshi asked curiously, "I did bring it, but why should I lend it to you?"
"Just lend it when I tell you to, and cut the crap." The delinquent with a spiky haircut abandoned the act and went straight for Takeshi's pocket, threatening in a low voice, "Hand over all your money, or if I find even a little when I search you, I'll kill you."
Nanahara Takeshi took a step back and casually pulled out a bulging brown lambskin wallet, sighing, "I don't get it, you're so young, why choose to extort and rob? There's no skill in that at all."
The delinquent's eyes bulged at the sight of the wallet, filled with stacks of ten-thousand-yen bills puffing it out, and he found himself breathing heavily, surprised by the unexpected encounter on his way to the arcade hall, a super fat sheep right there for the taking. He reached out to snatch it, casually saying, "Who's robbing? Just hand it over, consider it a loan, and I'll return it next time we meet."
