Myranda Jayma just came back from the bank and suddenly saw a crowd in front of her shop.
It seems that gangsters have come for the money.
Five years ago, Myranda opened a shop selling construction materials, and profits could be considered as good if the gangsters did not come. Every month she has given them tens of thousands of dollars and still does not feel safe.
These thugs have received approval from the big bosses in the underworld to harass the market.
Inside the shop, two employees were trembling in front of the gang. Without her here, they do not know how to handle it. They do not want to give money to gangsters but do not dare to refuse.
Myranda calmly entered, coldly asked:
- What is wrong?
A red-haired man with his arms tattooed, suddenly spit down the gum. His face was trying to be aggressive, seemingly the leader of this scoundrels.
- Sister, this old man made us wait a long time! - He glared at the older employee. - Nothing, just that we found you doing a good job, Mr Hawk told us to come and get some luck.
Myranda felt ridiculous. They were also members of Hawk's small gangs, but as far as they could see him. Myranda could not believe that Hawk directly ordered. Apparently, they just called his name to scare people.