The men beside Yan Chengcai were stunned too. Although he was the quiet one among them, he was the strongest. After all, the best fighter in the military camp was always the most respected one.
Therefore, after seeing Yan Chengcai's attitude, they thought somewhat highly of Ou Yangming too even though they did not know who he was.
Ou Yangming nodded slightly. "Did he steal your pouch?"
Yan Chengcai nodded. "Yes, he's very fast, and he almost got it."
For some reason, Ou Yangming felt compassion for the young man who was groaning on the floor. He thought about himself because he could not have made it to where he was if he had not met Old Craftsman by chance, who even took him in after. Perhaps the young man in front of him would have been his ending.
"Brother Yan, what do you plan to do with him?"
Yan Chengcai hesitated for a while. "We'll cripple the hand that he used to steal."
