Seeing the man standing there in a daze, Ning Fan couldn't help but scold, "What are you standing there for? Hand over the money quickly."
Encountering such a baffling robber, even he was a bit dumbfounded.
"If I had money, I wouldn't be out here robbing."
The man pulled a bitter smile and flipped open his pockets, then took out a wallet and opened it.
"This really is my first robbery."
Looking at the driver's license tucked inside the wallet, Ning Fan confirmed his earlier suspicion.
Who goes out robbing and brings their ID along?
America doesn't have a household registration system; a personal driver's license serves as identification.
"See, I really don't have any money."
The man said, still visibly shaken, "Otherwise, I wouldn't…"
"Cut the crap, isn't there ten dollars here?"
Ning Fan pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on that crumpled greenback.
"You want even the ten dollars."
