Ever since the incident on the train, his days had been utterly despondent, extremely suppressed, and depressing.
Several consecutive attempts to strike on buses had been anticipated by others, and there was even a close call with an undercover cop. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and slipped away.
It was not easy to run into that kid who had ruined his plans on the train and fleeced him last time. Thinking he could get his revenge, he called his cousin and gathered a group of brothers to teach the kid a lesson, only to end up with the tables turned. A single kick had left him in pain for days.
Lately, he didn't understand why his card games always ended in loss, as if he was shrouded in bad luck. Only last night had he finally stopped playing cards and slept well, and today he planned to wander the streets, hoping to find some easy prey. But he hadn't expected that the moment he stepped out, he would spot that same girl who had interfered with his plans last time.
