He and Xiao Xian simultaneously noticed someone outside stealing the motorcycle.
These days, there were still thieves bold enough to steal from him?
Jiang Siming chuckled, then said unhurriedly, "Not yet. Let's buy the water first, then go out and look for him."
After saying that, Jiang Siming continued choosing water before paying the bill.
When he came out, the motorcycle was indeed gone. Two hundred meters away, a skinny, short man with long hair was pushing his motorcycle along with great difficulty.
He didn't have the key, so all he could do was push the bike.
Jiang Siming didn't panic at all. Instead, he leisurely took a sip of water, then lit a cigarette.
He then slowly walked toward the man. After only a few steps, he reached him.
"Buddy, that's a pretty cool bike. Is it yours?" Jiang Siming asked.
The man was focused entirely on pushing the bike and didn't have time to turn around. He immediately replied, "Yeah, it is."
"Then why aren't you riding it? Isn't pushing it exhausting?" Jiang Siming "kindly" advised him.
"Well... My bike ran out of gas. Can't be helped."
"Really? I happen to have a barrel of gas here. Want some?"
"No, no, I..." The man finally turned his head. The moment he saw Jiang Siming's clothes, he understood.
He immediately abandoned the motorcycle and sprinted into the distance.
"You nearly knocked my motorcycle over. I'll skin you alive." Jiang Siming firmly caught hold of his bike, preventing it from being damaged.
At the same time, seeing the man flee, Jiang Siming mounted the motorcycle, pulled out the key, started it, and easily chased after him.
When the man saw that, he ran even harder, probably using every ounce of strength he had. Yet Jiang Siming's motorcycle still followed right