The sharp-eyed man was momentarily stunned by the remark.

"Man, you seriously need to get your nose checked. Otherwise, good luck finding a wife in the future!" he retorted with a trembling face.

"Big brother, listen to yourself! With money, who worries about finding a wife? Once we pull off this job, I'll be filthy rich. At that point, who cares if one nostril runs or both? Women will still be throwing themselves at me!" the runny-nosed youth said, completely serious.

"Ugh, why is talking to you so exhausting? I'm talking about finding a wife, not someone chasing after your money! Those types—can you even trust them?" the sharp-eyed man scolded.

"With my looks, build, and nose? If they're not in it for the money, I'd probably end up with someone ugly and undesirable. Do you think I'd even bother looking at them?" The youth maintained his earnest tone.

"That's why you need to get your nose fixed! Maybe even some cosmetic surgery while you're at it!" The sharp-eyed man was at his wit's end.

"Big brother, his nose looks like this because of drugs. If he quits, maybe it'll slowly recover on its own. But as for his face? Even plastic surgery might not help!" The third man, with a menacing vibe, shook his head mockingly.

"Damn it! Don't even mention drugs—it makes my blood boil!"

The sharp-eyed man's anger erupted. He turned to the runny-nosed youth and barked, "Listen to me! If you don't quit, you can pack your bags and get out of here! Keep going down this road, and you'll end up dead. Think about it—how many opportunities have you already blown because of this habit over the years?"

The topic shifted to drugs, and the youth's energy deflated instantly. He rubbed his nose awkwardly.

"Cough, cough, I'll quit! I swear I'll quit! But let's not talk about that now. Let's focus on business!" he said, sneaking another sniff.

"Big brother, third brother, weren't we saying that the little girl's mom is the one who usually picks her up? But the past few days, it's been her dad driving that Mercedes G-Class. How do we approach this? Should we just kidnap that rich guy instead?" the youth suggested.

"Kidnap your grandpa!" The sharp-eyed man barked. "I told you, we can't afford any mistakes! If we go for Ye Chen and he gets away, do you think we'll get another chance?!" He smacked the youth's head forcefully.

"Didn't you say 'the sooner the better'? What if the dad keeps showing up every day? Are we just going to camp here forever? How long are we supposed to wait?" The youth grumbled, sniffling.

"How about we grab his wife instead? Quick and clean!" he suggested.

The sharp-eyed man shot him a glare.

"Quick and clean, my foot! Do you think grabbing the wife will do any good? Rich guys like him might even hope we kill her so they can replace her. Do you really think he'd trade the formula for her life? If it were you, would you?"

"Nope!" The youth shook his head vehemently.

"Exactly! Damn it, how did I end up swearing brotherhood with someone as dumb as you?!" The sharp-eyed man groaned, holding his forehead.

Before he could say more, the youth lifted his shirt and pointed at the scars crisscrossing his skinny torso.

"Big brother, you can hit me, insult me, even question my intelligence, but don't talk about our brotherhood! Every scar on my body is from protecting you! Isn't that enough to prove my loyalty?"

The sharp-eyed man froze, his expression softening.

"There are two more scars on my butt! Want to see? Those are from that time you slept with someone's wife and got chased by a guy wielding a knife. I took the blows for you!" the youth said earnestly.

The sharp-eyed man pursed his lips, saying nothing.

At that moment, the third brother interjected to break the tension. "Second brother, was that necessary? You know how big brother's temper is. And seriously, nobody wants to see your butt! Put your shirt down already—nobody needs to see your scrawny ribs either!"

The youth reluctantly dropped his shirt but muttered, "I don't mind big brother's temper. He can hit me or scold me, but I won't let him question our brotherhood!"

"Can you stop being so simple-minded? If big brother didn't consider you a brother, do you think he'd let you tag along? It's not like we can't do this without you. This job could make us billions. With one less person, we'd split millions more. Do you think he'd invite you if he didn't see you as family?" the third brother reasoned.

The youth fell silent.

The third brother shook his head with a smile and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, according to fourth brother, even though the girl's dad usually picks her up, there are one or two days a week when her mom does instead—usually Fridays and Saturdays. Today's Friday, so there's a good chance it'll be her mom."

"Have you scoped out the route?" the sharp-eyed man cut in.

"Yes! According to fourth brother, there's a stretch of road under construction on her usual route. The traffic is light there, and while there are cameras around, if we drive fast enough, we can escape the surveillance zone quickly. Once we're out of range, we'll ditch the car, hide with the girl, and let second brother drive the car away to mislead the police. I've also found a hideout—an abandoned house with no neighbors nearby. Second brother just needs to ditch the car ten kilometers away. The police won't expand their search radius that far right away," the third brother explained, laying out the plan.

He then grabbed three masks from his bag—Ultraman-themed ones.

"When the time comes, we'll wear these masks!" he said.

But before he could finish, the runny-nosed youth exclaimed, "I want the Ultraman Tiga mask!"

The sharp-eyed man, on the verge of kicking him, held back, glancing at the scars earlier and letting it go.

The third brother could only shake his head helplessly.

At that moment, a phone rang—it was fourth brother.

"Are you out of the hotel yet?" came the urgent voice on the other end.

"Not yet. What's up?" the third brother asked.

"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to keep an eye out? What the hell are you doing? Today, it's not the girl's dad—it's her mom! A red Porsche Cayenne, license plate Jiang JK632! There are only ten minutes until school ends. Get moving, now!"

"Got it. We're on our way!"

Hanging up, the third brother's excitement flared. "The target's here! Let's go!"

"Got it!"

The sharp-eyed man and the runny-nosed youth grabbed their gear and masks, rushing out of the smoky room.