"Trust me okay, just sit here and pretend to be reading that newspaper while I go steal the game boxes," A young man said to his younger brother.
The younger brother nodded, a look of uncertainty on his face, like he didn't support this in the first place.
Actually he didn't by the way.
He was Tony and his elder brother was Max, they were orphans who lost their parents in a building collapse accident.
They lived not far from this block, in a dilapidated building.
Now they were standing in front of a game shop.
The day before, his elder brother Max, had told him about a new game that was was just launching.
Rumors said the game was limited and only if you were quite rich would you be able to get it.
Well, Tony and max were very poor who hardly ate themselves. Max always left home and did some side hustles to bring something they could eat. Tony was always at home, reading webnovels on his cracked phone he shared with his brother, so they were really broke.
