Nie Huo clicked his tongue. 'Should I rob this place?'
He paused, seriously considering it. After all, it was blatantly scamming people in broad daylight.
He'd be doing a public service!
A moral robbery, if you will.
Completely justified.
A righteous redistribution of overpriced junk.
…
He blinked.
Wait.
Was he really trying to rationalize robbing a store because the noodle cup was too expensive?
Also - wasn't he the thief?
The literal wanted man?
He coughed, straightened his body, and quietly put the noodle cup back.
'Tch. This store is corrupting me.'
Even if Nie Huo wanted to rob this ridiculous scam shack, deep down he knew -
He probably wouldn't.
Not because he'd grown a conscience. Please.
But because while he was circling the store earlier, his eyes had locked onto something that made his spine stiffen on instinct.
It wasn't the other bandaged guy slurping loudly in the corner.
Though that guy looked suspiciously like another fugitive.
No. It was…
