While Kevin warily looked at them, searching for an easy way out of this mess, he reached for his phone, intending to make a call.
"Not so fast, Mr. Knight in shining armor. If you wish to walk away in one piece, leave the lady here along with everything you have, and then you can fu#k off," the man in the middle said, his tone sharp and his posture tense, ready for any possible action.
The woman's hands clutched Kevin's coat with even greater intensity, as if pleading with him. Yet, she was painfully aware of the stark reality before them. Considering their numerical advantage and the fact that they seemed quite experienced at their task, she knew Kevin would never be able to overpower or outsmart them. Still, gathering all the desperation in her voice, she managed to say.
"P-please, d-don't leave me."
Ignoring the desperate plea behind him, Kevin spoke in a weak voice, fully aware that his attempt at a smart move had been exposed.
"Is there no other way? I mean, a much more peaceful way?"
"Wow! Would you look at this desperate little virgin di#k? Just because you're still standing on your legs, do you think you have a chance to save her from us and get inside her pants? Do we look like fools to you, huh?" The man on the right snapped, his voice brimming with anger, clearly offended by Kevin's words.
Listening to the furious man's words, Kevin's thoughts begin to swirl, regretting his earlier words. After all, if they are such a civilized people to talk peacefully on any matter, then why will they even resort to this crime?
just as he was reprimanding himself for his lack of logical thinking in such a crucial time.
"Big brother, how about we manage it peacefully? After all, we won't have to waste our time here threatening them; we will get the money more quickly and quietly, after which we can go to another place to find new prey, and if you look carefully at this ma—" the man on the left side was speaking to the man in the middle, who appears to be the leader, before the man on the right side interrupted him in the middle of his sentence.
"Are you nuts or on a high mode? What will we do if they report to the protection bureau? And after that, you should have your a*s oiled up for a day or two for a long remand procedure if you get caught by any chance, and that is the lowest level of punishment we will get."
The supposed leader of the trio frowned at the interruption and glared at the man who raised his voice to make him understand his position, but the man in question, oblivious to his leader's glare, kept speaking his worries for the possible future outcomes for his dear a*s to the point that someone will think he has a unique preference toward it.
"Listen carefully. I have heard that to make the punishment even more painful, they can even try to open soda bottles using your ass—"
Looking at the situation, which was going out of hand, the leader of the trio finally interrupted.
"Shut up, you pervert bastard. If you speak one more word related to your fantasies, then I promise you I will put petrol inside it and then attach it with a burning cracker, after which you and your fu##ing a*s can have a reunion in the afterlife; mark my words."
Listening to the words of the supposed leader, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. The hand clutching Kevin's coat tightened even more, and Kevin himself unconsciously stiffened his back. For a fleeting moment, he even considered giving the leader a thumbs-up—truly vicious enough to deserve the title.
Ignorant of Kevin's inner thoughts, the supposed leader continued glaring at the pervert until the man under his gaze turned pale. The pervert nodded repeatedly, hurriedly covering his back with his hands as if seeking some sense of security for his dear behind.
Satisfied with dealing with the useless pervert, the leader shifted his attention back to Kevin and the woman.
"I can do the same to both of you if either of you tries to be smart," he warned.
In response, both Kevin and the woman nodded their heads like obedient ducklings.
Pleased with their reaction, the leader turned his head toward the man on the left.
"Continue speaking," he ordered.
"Big brother, as I was saying, if you look carefully at this man's face and coat, you'll notice it's a custom-made coat worth a lot. I'm pretty sure he's definitely loaded. We won't be losing any money. As for informing the Protection Bureau, we'll just take their smartphones and leave the area before anyone can reach us. Even if they know our plan, it's not like they can catch us in time," the man on the left explained, adjusting his glasses as he laid out his master plan.
"Ha ha ha! I knew it—you're a very smart man, just like me. We both came to the same conclusion," the leader said shamelessly.
The eyes of the man on the left twitched at his leader's words, betraying his irritation at the blatant theft of credit.
On the other side, listening to the conversation between the two robbers, Kevin's face turned grim. A long string of curses kept repeating in his mind. After all, how could he even think of giving away this rented coat, which was worth more than his monthly salary?
Yes, rented. Not because he was too poor to afford a coat or two, but because his friend David had outright banned him from wearing his own. David had said something along the lines of.
"On the wedding day of the world's most handsome man, his best friend should at least look like the second most handsome."
After that, David introduced Kevin to a tailor who looked quite professional and presented him with this coat. It fit Kevin perfectly, as if it were custom-made—something Kevin strongly suspected had been arranged by David, who was clearly prepared for this situation.
The biggest shock of the day came when Kevin inquired about the cost of the coat. The tailor's reply almost made him faint on the spot, clutching his heart in disbelief. He survived the moment only through sheer willpower.
When he later asked David about the cost, he was met with yet another narcissistic reply: "You see, I will appear like the sun in my wedding suit. So, to make up for your lack of natural charm, I decided to pack you with a rented amplifier. Even if you're an artificially made world's second most handsome man, you should feel proud about it."
This situation only strengthened Kevin's initial suspicion that David belonged to a very wealthy family. Like a good friend, Kevin didn't push for answers but made a mental note to return the coat as soon as possible.
Now, looking at the masked face of this burden on earth, who was happily waiting for the grand gift of free money and a custom-made expensive coat, a small fire of anger and irritation began to burn inside Kevin.
He could feel it, as if a voice were whispering into his ears, urging him to let go of control and bash the heads of these fools with the pen in his coat's front pocket. He imagined the blood painting his hands in a beautiful crimson color, quelling his raging irritation and bringing him satisfaction. But just as his self-control was about to slip away, the words from his mother's letters surfaced in his mind:
"Control over your own body and mind makes you different from others, my child. If you cannot control your emotions, if you cannot discipline your body, then you are nothing more than one among billions. So achieve control, my son, and prove to yourself that you are one out of a billion, not one among them."
These words acted as an anchor for his actions. The fire of anger and irritation bubbling inside his heart began to compress. What felt like an hour inside his mind was only a few seconds in reality. Kevin took a long breath and mustered all his courage to speak.
"I am ready to part with my money and coat, but can you please let us go?"
Kevin's voice sounded strained, the effort of forcefully controlling his emotions evident. The supposed leader mistook this as fear, which pleased him greatly.
With a satisfied laugh, he responded, "Ha ha! It looks like your parents taught you well, boy. So, as a display of my kindness, I'll let you and the chick behind you go unharmed."
Seeing his leader's pleased demeanor and the seemingly easygoing situation, the pervert on the right side began to speak again. He closed his eyes, letting his imagination run wild, as if the previous threat no longer existed.
"You're absolutely correct, boss. His parents must have taught him well—especially his mother. Judging by his face, she must have been quite fuc—"
His words were abruptly cut short. Something sharp and pointed had pierced the skin of his neck, lodged itself deeply, and silenced him instantly.