As he spoke, the punk tried to look cool, flicking his hair back before pulling out a cigarette and taking a disdainful drag.
Huang Mao, who was standing beside him, laughed contemptuously. "And this cigarette? I took it from your shop!"
Wang Bai's face darkened, turning as black as soot.
"You stole from my shop again!"
"That's right! Who told you to close up so early? I wanted to pay, you know. But with the door shut, I had nowhere to leave the money. What could I do? The cigarettes just insisted on jumping into my pocket."
Huang Mao laughed, again trying to look cool as he flicked his hair, then took a long, satisfied drag from his cigarette.
Wang Bai clenched his fists tightly. He couldn't take it anymore.
His voice trembled slightly. "Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
"Huh?"
Huang Mao let out a malicious laugh. His sharp, simian features were repulsive.
