There's no sudden spring light to reveal.
Can't even tell the front from the back.
But anyway, at least it was put on.
He Jiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and threatened viciously, "When we get out, don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Pervert!"
The little monster hefted a blast bomb gun, as big as four of her heads, and shot He Jiu a cold look.
"I won't forget you!"
"You better not remember! If I get caught, I'll spill about you forgetting to claim your backup clothes!"
He Jiu bullied her for being naive, continuing his threats: "I'd get a maximum of three years; you'd be laughed at by the great demons for a lifetime!"
The little monster was clearly intimidated, glaring at him fiercely before pulling up her pants and walking away.
As soon as she was out of sight, He Jiu quickly slipped out, crawling back into the ventilation ducts.
After pulling off this heist, he decided not to return to Terminal 4 for at least three months.
Money is important, but life is more so.
