These days, people were still stealing phones? It was simply heinous.
And the technique was crude as hell. Anyone could tell he was an amateur.
After tossing the Coke, Fu Qian had no interest in sticking around to watch. He pushed his cart on with his good deed done and his name unknown.
In the past, even if he'd wanted to stop them, he probably would've chosen another method.
But now he was becoming the sort of person who acted first and talked later. Was this what they meant by showing your true evil nature?
A direct hit to the head would've been enough to knock him down, but that might bring the police. The guy hadn't even succeeded, and things would get troublesome.
With everything on his shopping list bought, Fu Qian filled three large bags and left the supermarket with a bountiful haul.
It was already getting late. Fu Qian had planned to take a taxi home.
Unfortunately, he noticed that as soon as he left, a car began following him.
As expected of amateurs. They didn't even understand when to cut their losses.
They'd probably tried to steal his phone just for kicks, much like what they were planning to do now.
Fu Qian gave up on taking a taxi and kept walking.
The car behind him followed at an unhurried pace, showing remarkable patience.
Looking for a place without cameras? Fu Qian understood completely.
After following him with incredible patience for a full kilometer, the group reached a stone bridge.
The bridge had been there for as long as Fu Qian could remember, and it had once been a major thoroughfare in Lin City.
But after the highway was rerouted, traffic here dwindled until the road was practically abandoned. Only a few people took it as