Back inside the bank, Marcus's menacing appearance had terrified everyone into submission.
A snot-nosed brat was crying hysterically in his mother's arms, with a string of snot dangling from his nose before finally dropping onto the tiled floor. His mother didn't even notice, too busy hugging her child and trembling in fear.
The other customers huddled together in a corner, too frightened to even whisper under Marcus's intimidating gaze.
"What's wrong? Why is everyone so quiet?" Marcus sneered, deliberately putting on the air of a ruthless villain. "Didn't you people just want to run away? Go on, try it again. I'll personally help you fly through that wall!"
Nobody dared move.
Marcus nodded with satisfaction before turning toward the bank employees, who were hurriedly stuffing cash and valuables into the bags he had provided.
"Faster! Do you want me to come over there and help you work with my fists?"
The employees nearly jumped out of their skins and worked even faster.
