The very cool girl wore opaque glasses and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any gasoline?"
So cool!
If she were wearing a motorcycle helmet, it would have been perfect. The clerk couldn't help but take a few more glances, "Yes, we have it." He looked outside, didn't see a car, and assumed it was parked far away, "Would you like me to fill it up for you?"
"No need," she said, "Just sell it to me."
"..."
Isn't she planning to start a fire?
Alarmed by his own speculation, the clerk retreated towards the mop at the back. If this criminal dared to hurt him, he would fight back with the mop, "Our store doesn't sell it directly."
"You don't sell it?"
The 'criminal' thought for a moment, with a very serious tone, "If you don't sell it to me, I'll burn down your shop."
She definitely is a criminal!
Even at the level of a terrorist!
The clerk instantly caved, "Sell, sell, sell." He shakily asked the 'terrorist', "How much do you want?"
