The snatcher was surely a fast runner. With his expertise pertaining to the streets of Ashmelion, he weaved through the crowd, and in just a few seconds— he vanished from Calvin's eyes.
But Calvin wasn't willing to give up, two Joselian pesos may not be a lot but a million pesos started from one peso.
Calvin was never someone who disdained the value of a single coin for he preferred the value of a thousand coins.
He ran after the snatcher.
His knowledge of Ashmelion was no less than the snatcher.
His movements were even more practiced than the snatcher, so in a blink of an eye. He managed to catch up and could finally see the back of the snatcher.
"Stop right there!"
"Make way, that's a thief!"
