A sudden flash of dark light.
It was a silver needle.
The silver needle precisely pierced the hand of the knife-wielding thief.
The thief cried out in pain, dropping his blade. The other people in the restaurant immediately stepped in to subdue him.
The dust had settled.
Yang Gang turned to look at the middle-aged man next to him. The man's face was serene.
"Little brother, you're a bounty hunter too, aren't you?" The middle-aged man straightforwardly said.
Yang Gang was taken aback, "Big brother, what are you talking about? I completely don't understand."
The middle-aged man chuckled with an air of cunning, "Little brother, stop pretending. I saw you take out that silver needle."
The middle-aged man turned his head and said, "Spotting that bespectacled boy earlier, put quite a lot of trust in us, didn't he? Leaving his luggage with us. Say, little brother, what do you think is inside this suitcase? If it's all filled with dollars, I'll steal it right away. Haha".
