It doesn't make sense! As a distinguished Spring Noodle Hands, my movements are as fast as lightning, as flexible as a rope, and as swift as the wind. Even a Great Swordsman would find it hard to keep up with my movements. Could it be, all these people possess the sharp perception of a Sword Saint?
"Kid, what are you planning to do?" Luther asked, a little surprised yet also somewhat excited. A thief! In his life, he had never encountered a thief, let alone one bold enough to steal from him. My god, this was thrilling!
"Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to steal something. I messed up, my apologies. Can you let me go?" the thief said with a smile, although there was no sign of remorse on his face.
Luther was puzzled. "Letting you go just like that? Aren't you a thief? Why should I let you go? Shouldn't I take you to the sheriff?"
The thief laughed. "The sheriff? I know him, and I often get to meet him, but if you don't let me go now, you'll never see him."
