"Are you alright? Why is your face so pale? Why is your breath so ragged?" Tang Zheng certainly wouldn't believe such evasion. However, after glancing at his bulging pockets, he loses interest in interrogating further. A large mass of crumpled Japanese Yen and gold jewelry was visible, what had been done was evident.
"Thief." The woman in the nightgown murmured under her breath. The others outright ignored the policeman. At such a time, who could be bothered about a stranger's fate? Self-preservation was foremost on their minds.
"Brother Tang, you should leave this small town immediately." Wrench Man had heard of Pang Meiqin calling Tang Zheng by his name, but he didn't dare do the same. It was impolite, and after witnessing the formidable power of this man daring enough to grapple with the alien, he further added a bit of reverence to his attitude.
