A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",Jack the Old Man, he's the owner of this 'Octopus Jack's Department Store'.,Green-haired Mohawk pointed his gun steadily at Old Jack with his right hand, and beckoned with his left: "Don't make a sound, slow down old man, crawl out from behind the counter slowly, let me see your hands...good, don't even think about making any moves. You two, go tie up these two unlucky bastards, and take their money too."。