"It's fine, I'm in a hurry, no need to pack it for me."
Saying this, he glanced at the tightly shut inner room door, then hurriedly turned around and walked towards the shop's entrance.
But those short, stubby legs had only taken two steps before they suddenly stopped in their tracks.
At some point, several fierce-looking men with tattoos on their chests, wearing sinister smiles, were already blocking the shop's entrance.
And they paid no mind to the middle-aged woman who stood there in shock.
The bald-headed strongman, who stood at the front and seemed to be the leader, walked slowly into the tailor shop with his hands behind his back.
Without speaking,
he looked just like an ordinary customer, his gaze sweeping over the colorful fabrics and clothes on the shelves.
Lilina stood behind the counter.
Instinctively, she turned, her lips slightly parted, as if she was about to call her father from the inner room.
