"Boss, that disabled man went to the pawnshop!"
"Should we make a move?"
Behind them, one of the hooligans asked.
The three of them had been paying attention to Joelson, who was on crutches, for a long time.
From the moment Joelson entered the street, they had already regarded him, who was inconvenient to move, as their fat sheep today.
Although he was wearing a shabby coat and limping on his crutches, his unique temperament could not be concealed.
These three hooligans felt that he must be a down and out noble.
Now that he had come to the pawnshop, he must be auctioning off his belongings.
"Boss, if he goes in, the treasures that can be exchanged for money will be taken away by the Mustache!"
Another gangster said anxiously.