The three bandits who had attempted to rob Seth were now huddled in a dark corner of the street, far away from where their encounter had taken place. The air around them was thick with a mixture of fear and frustration, their whispered voices filled with desperation.
“I’m telling you, we need to make a big haul, and fast!” one of them, a wiry man with a scar running down his cheek, hissed through clenched teeth. His eyes darted nervously around, as if expecting someone to jump out at any moment.
“No kidding,” another, a bulky man with a shaved head, grumbled. He leaned against the wall, rubbing his temples. “If we don’t bring something big back soon, the boss is gonna have our heads.”
The third member of their trio, a lanky man with a patchy beard, nodded solemnly. “That guy from earlie
