Noah paused outside the door, listening to muffled voices within. Rex's distinctive growl carried through the thin walls, though the words remained indistinct.
Last chance to change my mind. Walk away. Keep the money. Move to another city.
But the thought of actually stealing money from them, even if they were loan sharks, irked him. He was going to become the richest man in the world, he was going to travel various worlds later on.
If i can't handle some small-time punks, how will I be able to survive in fantasy worlds?
Time to end this properly.
Noah knocked.
Last chance to change my mind. Walk away. Keep the money. Move to another city.
But the thought of actually stealing money from them, even if they were loan sharks, irked him. He was going to become the richest man in the world, he was going to travel various worlds later on.
If I can't handle some small-time punks, how will I be able to survive in fantasy worlds?
