"You little brat! Stop right there! Stop! Catch the thief, catch the thief!"
On the bustling street, a plump middle-aged man dressed in luxurious silk was huffing and puffing as he ran forward. In front of him was a ragged eleven or twelve-year-old beggar boy, dirty-faced, but clutching a very exquisite and luxurious pouch in his hand.
The pouch was obviously out of place with him. Passersby on the road gave way, but no one stepped forward to help the chubby man catch the thief.
"Oh my, how far have I run, and you still can't catch up? Come, come, little master is waiting for you here! Hurry, come and catch me, catch me if you can! Ha ha!"
The little beggar turned around every few steps, jumping and taunting the middle-aged man. He swung the pouch in his hand like a flower, his provocative manner enough to make anyone fuming mad!
"You, you little brat! I, I must catch you and tear you apart, limb from limb!"
