“Is your painting worth two hundred thousand? I can draw better with my feet!" Forrest struggled, but failed. “Let go of me!"

“What? You haven't learned your lesson yet?" The bald man fixed Forrest with a stern gaze, his warning clear. "You'd better behave yourself."

Camila, too, implored Forrest to remain silent.

However, Forrest, steadfast in his stance, retorted, "I'm telling the truth. It's a lame painting. Asking for two hundred thousand dollars?

What was the difference between these guys and robbers?"