Although many people were pretty sure the motorcyclist was the crook who'd stolen the auntie's bag.
But...
"Was it really him?"
"When did he put the bag in the hole?"
"Wasn't he in an accident?"
"He flew right off the motorcycle..."
"Someone saved him."
"Did he have time to put the bag in the hole?"
"Maybe he reacted quickly and moved fast."
"Uh, is he some kind of martial arts master?"
"Could a martial arts master have had that guy step on his motorcycle?"
"By that logic, that guy must be an unparalleled master."
"...Maybe it was luck?"
"Luck?"
"Look, when the motorcyclist hit the mound of dirt, the bag fell off him and straight into the hole..."
"Could that have happened?"
"...It could, actually."
"I think you've got it."
"Right?"
"I'm leaving."
At last, the motorcyclist found a gap in the auntie's speech and hurriedly said,
He started the engine.
It roared to life.
He looked at the young man in front of his motorcycle.
Xiao Xiao smiled.
He stepped aside.
The motorcyclist curled his lip.
The next second, his motorcycle shot away.
The wind from its excessive speed whipped the hair of the people nearby into disarray.
Zhuge Yun smoothed his hair with his hand, looking a little exasperated. "He just took off that fast. Doesn't he worry he'll get into another accident..."
"There are so many people here."
"Auntie, are you all right?"
Li Yan asked the auntie beside him, who was clearly a little shaken.
"I-I'm fine."
The auntie waved her hand.
Then she remarked with some feeling, "That motorcycle was so fast..."
"If not for..."
The motorcyclist's bad luck—hitting the mound of dirt and crashing—she would never have caught up with him...
But it didn't matter that she couldn't