Almost instinctively, I picked up a police truncheon hanging on the side and smashed it on his head.
He fell back onto the table, unconscious.
I hadn't expected the railings to be that loud.
I quickly ran out and back onto the van's front seat in panic.
Dahai drove us out of the building.
"How could I have forgotten the mask?" I mumbled.
"What's wrong?" Dahai asked.
"The security guard woke up from the noise and I hit him with the truncheon. He might've seen my face," I explained worriedly.
"What should we do then? Should we return it?" Dahai asked before braking.
"It's fine, let's go. If the news mentions the thief's appearance, we'll just run away after selling it off," I proposed.
He restarted the car and drove along.
...
Next morning, 9 A.M.
Dahai nudged me awake before showing me the news on his phone.
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