He grabbed the man by the collar and scolded, "Nonsense, it was you who caused the chaos and bumped into me in the crowd just now, and then my wallet and the thief were gone."
While speaking, he glared at the man's body, scrutinizing him from top to bottom, and coldly said, "Hand it over quickly, or I will call the police!"
What mattered most wasn't the amount of money in his wallet but, besides some of his identity information, there were other items, some things that were even more precious and important to him…!
The person he had caught looked angry too, bursting out defiantly, "I didn't steal it, search me if you don't believe me!"
As soon as he said this, the onlooking crowd suddenly watched the scene with anticipation, as if watching a drama unfold.
What now, was the thief stubborn until death, or had they caught the wrong person?
In the crowd, a slender figure stood, dressed in black, with shoulder-length, jet-black hair under a fisherman's hat.
