The bell rang as the owner, standing behind the counter, spoke without lifting his head, "If you plan to buy something, then welcome."
"If you're here to rob me, I can only say you're late."
After that, he finally looked up at the people who had walked in from the door.
Five young men, wearing hoodies, hid themselves within the hoods.
"Shit!" he cursed, "If you plan to rob me, as I said, you're too late."
It was perhaps the first time the young men had encountered such a situation; one stood at the entrance, while the others entered the store.
The store was neither big nor small, over thirty square meters, stocked with many small items, but nothing of high value.
Mostly everyday items: candies, stationery, pencils, some snacks, condiments, a few clothes, and daily necessities.
Two approached the counter, and one young man pulled out a half-foot-long dagger from his pocket and motioned for him to hand over the cash box, "I don't want to hurt you."