"What's that got to do with me?" Allen Zhang cussed, "I won't let you off without One Hundred Thousand Dollars! Either pay up or pay with your life!"
"I really don't have that much money, all my savings amount to only twenty thousand dollars," the owner of the Hornet Recycling Station said with a mournful face: "If you really force me to hand over that money, you might as well kill us here and now!"
"Alright. Since you said so, I'll grant your wish!" Allen Zhang took aim at him and fired two shots.
"Ah!!!" The bullet grazed past the scalp, and instantly little pits erupted in the ground. The owner of the Hornet was so scared he wet himself, clutching his head and letting out a shrill scream, "I have money! I have money! I'll give you money!"
So now you suddenly have money, huh?
Aren't you cheap.
Allen Zhang looked at the Glock 17 in his hand, somewhat speechless; how could he miss at such close range?
