Caleb Li sat on his bed, staring at the door. He had long suspected something shady about the weapon store owner, but he hadn't cared.
He had hoped they wouldn't trouble him. But he was wrong.
Human greed knew no bounds.
Creak! Creak!
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from outside his room, growing closer.
Bang!
The door was kicked open, and a burly man strode in, an evil, greedy grin plastered on his face.
Behind him stood his gang, wielding various weapons.
When they saw Caleb Li seated calmly at the edge of the bed, they hesitated for a moment before greed flashed in their eyes.
How could a kid have so much money?
He must be a young master from a powerful clan.
And they loved dealing with young masters the most.
They had lost count of how many young masters had died at their hands. And today wouldn't be any different.
Or so they thought.
"Boy, hand over all your money, and I'll grant you a quick death," the burly man said, his menacing grin widening.
