The three thugs froze for a moment and turned toward the direction of the voice.
They saw a young man in a white T-shirt, carrying groceries, walking calmly toward them.
"Kid, I'd advise you not to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, or else our blades might not be so forgiving," the yellow-haired thug threatened, his eyes cold as he pulled a knife from his pocket.
The other two pulled out collapsible batons, their menacing posture enough to make an average person back off in fear.
But Luca's expression didn't change in the slightest.
"Oh? And what if I do? What are you gonna do about it?" he replied calmly.
To Luca, these thugs were nothing. Even hardened criminals wouldn't faze him.
After surviving in an apocalypse for so many years. If he couldn't handle a few lowlifes like this, he wouldn't have made it this far.
The tall, thin thug sneered, "This kid's got guts!"