He saw the man's dagger suddenly flip, then slice a gash across his own arm. After that, he let out a low, unintelligible shout.
Bathed in the glow of a streetlamp, Fang Chenyi was completely baffled. 'What the hell? What's going on here? Are these two trying to extort me? Or are they trying to frame me? But I don't think I ever touched that knife, did I? They can't possibly frame me without my fingerprints. Man, idiots really should read more books...'
Of course, that wasn't what was actually happening. The man's low shout roughly translated to: 'Hey, foreign kid! See that? When I get vicious, I'll even off myself. If you know what's good for you, just hand over the money!'
Seeing his accomplice's move, the other homeless man couldn't help but give a thumbs-up, inwardly praising him as a 'real man'!
"You... want my bag?"
Fang Chenyi pointed to the satchel in his hand, asking the two idiots across from him with a puzzled look.
