Adam left the store through the front door, a backpack on his shoulder and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
The cameras stationed around the store followed him with intense scrutiny, capturing his every move.
"Hey, you."
At that moment, several people left the shadow of the nearby alleyway and surrounded him like a pack of wolves.
They were quite tall, towering over Adam like a bunch of giants.
They knew they were quite menacing-looking, and any ordinary person would be shitting bricks at the sight of them. They took pride in that and even displayed their tattoos proudly for all to see.
"You know what I smell when I look at you?" One of them asked with a grin. "A smell of a coward."
"Brat, you came to the wrong place." Another one said and cracked his knuckles. "There are some sick individuals lurking around here, and you would sell for a penny."
