Blake ran through several alleys, leaving the city's thriving districts closer to the suburbs and industrial areas, eventually stopping at a factory that had been established for some years.

The factory was built about a dozen years ago and is still in use today, and he doesn't know exactly what it is manufacturing for.

"Huhu" gasped, and Blake's thin body sat on the outer wall of the factory, resting for a long time.

When he took his breath, the corners of his mouth curled, and he slowly took out the wallet that he had been holding in his hand. Then he opened his wallet expectantly, and saw sheets of cash with the word 100 printed on them, stacked on top of each other, about half a thumb thick.

"So much!?" Blake's eyes widened, and he looked at his wallet in disbelief, at the hundreds of pounds in cash in his wallet.

After being stunned for more than ten seconds, he didn't feel happy about it, but suddenly became worried, but what he was worried about, he couldn't say for a while.

After calming all kinds of emotions in his heart, Blake took out a piece of cash and looked at it carefully, wanting to confirm the authenticity. Because he just remembered that the guy he stole before didn't look like a rich man.

Looking left and right, up and down, Blake didn't find any problems, whether it was the kingdom icon on the cash or the special color-changing oil paint, it didn't look like it was fake.

"How can you have so much money if you dress so ordinarily?" Blake couldn't help but think.

"A low-key aristocrat at the same time? Or a rich man with a special fetish? Or did he borrow the money and use it for an emergency? For example, healing ......"

Thinking of this last possibility, Blake's mood was once again depressed, and his heart became extremely complicated.

Originally, he was desperate, just trying to steal a little money so that he could survive the last few difficult days and prepare for the coming winter. As a result, he had now stolen so much at once, which made his conscience feel a little uneasy.

"I want to return it, but ........."

Just as Blake was in a dilemma, a few trotting footsteps appeared nearby, and then not long after, three figures about his size ran out of the back of the factory, two men and one woman, all dressed the same as Brian, looking very embarrassed.

One of the boys, who was slightly taller than the others, saw the large stack of pounds in Blake's hand at a glance. His eyes lit up, and he quickened his running pace, and he was the first to come to Blake, who was sitting underground.

"So much? Blake: How did you do that? ”

Thinking so engrossedly, Blake didn't notice anyone coming, and he didn't come to his senses until he heard his name be pronounced.

"Rupert, why did you come back so soon...... Alas? ”

Before Blake could finish speaking, the young man, whom he called Rupert, snatched all the cash and wallet, and then happily counted it.

“100…… 200……”

At this time, two other men, a woman and a woman, also followed closely to Blake's side, and in the process of running, they clearly saw the scene that had just happened and saw the cash in Blake's hand.

The little girl named Wendy covered her mouth with her hands and asked with confusion, "Blake, where did you get so much money?"

Faced with the question being asked twice, Blake did not answer, but got up directly, and while reaching out to get the money back, he said: "I am ready to return this money!"

"How's that going to work?"

As soon as Blake reached halfway through his hand, Rupert retreated with the money and wallet, and looked at Blake with a little dissatisfaction: "I stole everything back, how can there be any reason to return it, aren't you afraid that people will beat you to death after they find out?"

"I'm going to send it back if I'm killed, you give it back to me, it's what I brought back!" Undeterred by Rupert's words, Blake stretched out his palm with one hand and motioned for the other party to return the money to him.

Rupert stopped counting the money, held it to his chest, and said loudly, "I don't agree with you doing this!" Do you know how much money is in this? 650 pounds, 650 pounds! This money is enough for the four of us to live for a lifetime, and now you want to pay it back? Are you stupid? ”

"This ......" Wendy and another companion named Matt looked at each other, trying to say something, but neither could say anything.

Both of them had a lot of ideas about this huge amount of cash, which came from an improper source. For Blake to return the pounds, Blake is entitled to do so in terms of morality and dispositional power. But selfishly, they all want to keep this cash, after all, they are not in a good situation now.

They are now wearing shabby clothes, sleeping in abandoned sheds, building dry grass on the roadside, and as for food, they don't have anything at all, otherwise the four of them would not have gone separately to steal......

Seeing that the other two companions did not help, Blake suddenly shook again, and stood in place with his head down, looking very entangled.

Seeing that Blake didn't move, Rupert picked up his wallet to see if there was anything else in it besides money.

Soon, he pulled an old silver pocket watch out of his wallet.

"How long has this pocket watch been used, it has changed color."

With 650 pounds in his hand, Rupert felt that such a broken pocket watch was no longer important, and he could buy a new one if he needed to.

"I thought there would be other goodies, and that's it?" Shaking his head, Rupert threw his pocket watch aside in the air.

At this moment, a calm voice sounded: "This can't be broken for me!"