"You really have a tough mouth, caught red-handed and you still try to deny it? Very well, but what I am curious about is, which is harder - your mouth or a bullet?"
Allen Zhang pulled out a pistol from his tactical vest, a sinister smile on his face, and said, "Thank goodness I was on my guard, otherwise I would have been really fooled by you, old man. Why did you do it? Aren't you afraid we're going to shoot you in the back?"
The shop owner was petrified, his face pallid and sweating profusely. He hadn't expected his usual tricks to be discovered and exposed.
He honestly said, "One Hundred Thousand Dollars, it's enough to buy out my shop, you guys are from out of town, those items have questionable origins and you wouldn't go to the police after just one transaction. Later, I can simply take the jewelry elsewhere, exchange it for cash at a lower price, and go enjoy myself abroad for two years. What's there to worry about?"
