He still felt there wasn't enough time.
Huo Jiu sighed silently, changed clothes, and went downstairs.
No matter how many times he had gone through it, the unchanging theme of Huo Jiu's first day after Reloading was always finding a way to earn his first pot of gold, then going to buy lottery tickets.
This time, Huo Jiu chose to make money by lying in wait in an alley near an elementary school in the city.
He waited patiently for a few minutes and, sure enough, saw three or four elementary school students shoving a bespectacled classmate into the alley, looking furtive.
"Hand over your allowance, now." One particularly stocky-looking kid raised his fist at the bespectacled student. "...Or we'll beat you up!"
The bespectacled student sniffled miserably. He clenched his fists and hesitated for a long while before reluctantly handing over the ten yuan his mother had given him that morning for spending money. Because he moved too slowly while digging through his pockets, the other two students even punched him twice in the back.
"Why are you moving so slowly..." As he spoke, the kid glared at the little glasses. "What are you looking at? Got a problem with this?"
The little glasses were shoved so hard that his glasses were crooked. The resentment he had bottled up for more than half a month surged straight to his head. He clenched his fists tightly, just about to fight back—
The next second, the classmate who had been swaggering in front of him was lifted into the air by his collar. "You're so young, yet you're already acting like a thug and extorting your classmates?"
"None of your damn business! Who the hell are you? Let go of me!" The elementary school student dangling by his collar struggled wildly,