"Well, I've got the numbers on my side!" Helena Wills stood behind the bodyguards, trying to boost her confidence with self-hypnosis, and directly threw down the gauntlet, "No matter if it's a good idea or not, if you don't hand over the golden cicada today, I won't just beat your people, I'll wreck this shop too!"
They were a dark mass of people, attracting quite a few onlookers—drivers and neighbors alike—but since they looked fierce and aggressive, clearly here to cause trouble, even the spectating crowd kept their distance.
If three people hadn't been kicked out in a row, someone might have called the police by now.
Nora Scott didn't show any sign of fear, she looked at them with a faint smile and actually nodded, saying, "Alright, so we're playing the numbers game, huh?"
"Yeah, if you've got the guts you..."
Helena Wills wanted to continue her harsh words.
But, she was interrupted by a crisp, loud whistle.
"Whoa, is business really booming here?"
