Before a young man had even reached the front of the line, he started shouting, "Boss, give me a Ferrari, and a Rolls-Royce. Actually, just give me one of every luxury car and sports car you have here. I want the best and most expensive ones!
"Oh, and do you have any paper beauties? The young model type is best. Give me ten of them, and make sure they look realistic. Also, give me a box of hell money. No, give me as many boxes as you have!"
A middle-aged man standing nearby couldn't help but ask curiously, "Little brother, how many people died in your family for you to need so much?"
"A few of my classmates died tragically and inexplicably, so I'm burning some things for them. I'm also preparing a little for myself."
People were in a state of panic, never knowing if they would live to see the next day. The shadow of death loomed heavily over the hearts of the citizens in City B.
