Buying poison costs money, and the more lethal it is, the more expensive it's bound to be. Given the hundred bucks Tang Ming had on him, he really wasn't sure if he could afford it. So when he saw this group of robbers, his eyes lit up just as if he had spotted a flock of fat sheep.
"If I rob them, I'll have the money."
Tang Ming thought to himself, and a smile suddenly spread across his face.
Upon seeing Tang Ming smiling for no apparent reason, the burly men wondered if the kid had gone crazy.
They had been in this business for quite some time, having seen those who kneel and beg for mercy, those who aren't afraid of death, but they had never seen someone standing there with a mischievous grin.
"Hold on, don't make a move yet. Ask him if he's the person we're looking for," said one of the muscular men, halting the advance.
