"What bag?"
The motorcyclist sounded impatient. "There isn't one!"
"How can there not be?!"
The aunt looked all around but couldn't find her bag.
She was baffled.
"I saw you steal my bag with my own eyes!"
While she was distracted by the flowers outside a flower shop, the man rode past her on his motorcycle...
And snatched the bag hanging from her elbow.
The motorcyclist reluctantly eased off the throttle.
"How is that possible?"
But the dramatic exit he'd imagined never happened.
"Auntie, you need evidence before making accusations."
You hurried over.
She'd been tripped and had fallen to the ground. She'd almost given up.
A second ago, I'd been stunned.
Especially by Eighth Brother's effortless composure.
"Where's the bag?"
The aunt was taken aback.
"Call the police, then."
"He said—!"
"It's hard to say..."
You were shoved and stumbled forward.
After all that shouting and shoving just now...
She immediately chased after him.
Did that guy have superhuman strength?
"Are you trying to hit me?"
If she apologized to her, then the aunt could probably let the matter go.
The motorcyclist rolled his eyes.
But right now, the most important thing was getting your bag back.
The motorcyclist shoved the aunt hard.
That showed just how furious she was.
"Trying to hit someone?"
"Otherwise, I can sue you for slander."
Her fighting spirit surged back to full strength.
The motorcyclist instinctively tried to break free.
You chased after him the whole way.
"Did any other motorcycles pass by just now?"
The motorcyclist pressed closer.
The motorcyclist took a deep breath.
Thankfully, she hadn't given up.
"What are you doing?!"
"You stole her bag and you still have the nerve to act so brazenly?!"
A place where he could hide her bag perfectly...
You got