The supermarket shopping bags usually have addresses on them. If he could see the writing on it, he might know where he is.
Thinking this, Gan Tang's eyes shifted and a plan formed in his mind. He immediately said, "I like bread. Can I swap it?"
"Stop playing games, no!" The guard shook the gun in his hand and coldly refused.
"Uncle!" The little guy looked at him, blinking his big eyes pitifully. "There are peanuts in here. I'm allergic. If I have an allergic reaction, I'll have asthma. Without medication, I'll die, and you'll have caught me for nothing."
"Kids are such trouble!" The guard muttered a curse and pointed his chin toward the table, "Come and get it yourself!"
This little guy's identity was special. They had struggled to capture him, and if he had an allergic reaction and something happened, it would be trouble for them.
