"Catch that pervert!"
"Stop!"
"Catch that pervert!"
"If you've got guts, don't run! I already called the police—you can't get away!"
On the street, women's shrill cries rang out one after another, drawing the attention of passersby.
Looking closely, there were four women of varying heights and styles. None of them were ugly; some were even quite beautiful. Unfortunately, people all kept their distance, unwilling to invite trouble.
The bespectacled man ran frantically past a woman on the sidewalk wearing a red dress, a small crossbody bag, and high heels. She saw the four women chasing after him and recognized them as neighbors from her floor.
She immediately turned around, about to join the pursuit...
The situation changed quickly. Some people did not want trouble, while others were not afraid of it.
Beside a trash can farther ahead stood a man smoking. He had medium-length hair slicked back to one side with pomade, sharp, resolute features, a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up, black casual dress pants, and casual leather shoes.
Calmly, he stubbed out his cigarette and politely tossed it into the trash can. Under the watchful eyes of the women, just as the bespectacled man sprinted past, he reached out and grabbed one of the man's swinging arms. Borrowing the man's momentum, he turned with him, flung him back around, twisted his arm behind his back, and used a simple hold to pin him to the ground.
"Fuck you... ah..."
Wang Yan directly grabbed the man by the hair and pressed his mouth to the ground, helping him mind his manners.
The woman in red, who had run over in a few strides, looked somewhat surprised. She glanced at the scene before her, then at the four women catching up from behind, but ultimately did nothing and