"Over there!"
He saw a corner of a shirt turning into the alley.
Just as the two of them chased into the alley, they bumped into an old man who was fleeing with his head in his hands.
"Don't run! Accept your loss! Hand over the silver!"
A few thugs chased after him with sticks.
As he fled, he shouted, "I, I, I… I said I would return it to you next time!"
"Stop right there!"
Seeing that those people were about to catch up, the old man and Su Mo bumped into each other.
A few thugs suddenly smashed their sticks at his back. Su Mo raised his hand and gently pulled away one of the sticks.
He waved his hand and easily knocked down the sticks of the others.
Seeing that he was not to be trifled with, the few of them exchanged glances and turned to run.
The old man let out a long sigh.
Su Mo looked at him, took off his bamboo hat, and greeted, "Second Master."
