On August 14th G053, in a deserted area, a black hooded man was laughing at the sight in front of him. A group of people had blocked him by cornering him from all angles. He studied their appearances, some of them wielded a dagger in their hands, one held an ax, and the remaining were unarmed, simply clenching their fists as they were ready to give him a quick punch to the stomach or jaw, if he didn’t comply with their wishes.
“Just give us the money, and we won’t hurt you.”
One of them told him.
“Hurt me? As if any of you criminals could harm me.”
The man replied in an arrogant tone, receiving annoyed glances from the men as they thought he was wasting their time, trying to act brave. They felt like he should surrender to save time for all of us. The stealing from passersby was meant
