Poor Crow

Thud. Thud.

Doors closed as two police officers entered the sedan after throwing in two thieves caught during the act.

The corporal looked at the two prisoners with a speechless expression. "You, two badass, really know how to play. To rob in front of SWAT! I admire your courage."

"Hehe, Brother Song, forgive us; we also have to make our ends meet." One chuckled.

"Believe us, we don't want to do this but life forces us." Another followed.

"Is that supposed to mean, that what you're doing is right?" The corporal who was named Brother Song snorted. "The lady you rob, do you know if she suffers some pain? Or any worries that dwell in her head?…NO, RIGHT?! This time, you're not getting out easily!"

"Tsk…didn't you always say the same?"