บท 795: You’re so Talented

"Spill it, who sent you?" the pale-faced man asked.

"I… I really came to steal. No one's ordering me," the thief said in agony.

He hadn't expected to be so unlucky when he decided to come in and steal something. Now, he had been caught by someone, and the person seemed to be bad.

The pale-faced man did not speak. He took out a folding knife and waved it in front of the thief's eyes. It shone brightly under the light.

With a sploosh, it went straight into thief's thigh. "Ah!"

"That's just the beginning," the pale-faced man said. "Scream softer, or I'll cut your tongue off."

"Mmph." The thief was gritting his teeth and twitching with pain.

"Tell me, who sent you," the pale-faced man said.

"No one, really," the thief said. "I just heard that there was a lot of cash in the manager's office, so I came here."

"Who said that?" the pale-faced man asked.

"Someone I don't know," the thief replied.