The bicycle thief's swift action of surrendering and pleading for mercy rendered Old Ye speechless.
He has not even started playing with the thief yet, and he caved in immediately. Old Ye didn't expect that the thief didn't have any backbone; in the immortal world, he had run into countless thieves who had hundreds and thousands of means of escaping calamities.
Looking at the snot and tears covering the thief's face as he pleaded fearfully, his tongue clicked.
"I won't kill you," Old Ye replied softly. His imposing posturing was already gone; there was no need for it with the way the thief was behaving.
"Thank you, thank you," the blue-shirt youth thanked him incessantly while kowtowing with his head slamming down the concrete pavement.
"Hand over the money," Old Ye demanded.
The blue shirt youth sprung to his feet and handed over all the money he had counted earlier fawningly. He was even smiling, but the smile plastered on his face was uglier than his crying face.
"The ones in your pocket, hand them over; this Lord needs them all." Old Ye requested more.
He didn't have the intention of leaving the thief with a penny.
The blue-shirt youth didn't bargain with Old Ye; he was very afraid of this living ghost. He quickly fished out all the bank notes in his pocket and handed them over to Old Ye.
"Hand over your wallet," Old Ye pointed at his other pocket. The blue-shirt youth brought it out and gave it to him.
After robbing the blue-shirt youth clean, Old Ye nodded in satisfaction before asking, "Where are my bicycle parts?"
The blue-shirt youth, drenched in sweat from head to toe, responded fearfully, "I will bring them to you. I will bring them to you."
Old Ye chuckled; he had never seen someone more afraid of death than this lass.
"Quickly get them; don't delay my time," Old Ye said in a deep voice. With the way the blue shirt was shuddering and shaking, there was no need for a threat.
"I will go and get it for you, sir," the blue-shirt youth responded, and he immediately ran off.
Old Ye stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for the return of the blue-shirt youth. Those who passed by glanced at him; they didn't understand why someone would be standing calmly in the middle of the street on a busy Monday morning.
Old Ye didn't falter under the questioning gazes thrown towards him; he stood there calmly without paying attention to those gazes. A few minutes later, the blue-shirt youth returned with a bag and handed it over to Old Ye, smiling.
"Good sir, inside this bag, all the parts I stole from your bicycle are inside; you can take a look and confirm if I am lying," the blue-shirt youth said while looking at Old Ye fearfully.
"There is no need to confirm; I trust you, or are you lying?" Old Ye retorted with an eyebrow raised with an expressionless face.
"I don't dare!" the blue-shirt youth faltered and exclaimed in fear.
The eyes of the blue-shirt youth widened in circles and his mouth opened wide when he suddenly realised that Old Ye, whom he was talking to a few seconds ago, had suddenly disappeared before him.
Frightened, he screamed with a face filled with horror and ran off, "Ghost! Ghost!"
"Kids these days should stop taking drugs; look at what a vibrant youth has turned into; which ghosts make an appearance at noon? and he even dares make mention of ghosts in this modern day. What an irredeemable junky."
"The government should do something about this fellow; if such a thing continues, we won't be safe anymore."
Those who witnessed him condemned his actions; his screaming ghost in such a crowded and bustling street attracted attention, and few people were even frightened by his screams.
In a corner of a lonely street, two young men lay in wait. Where they were standing, there was a narrow alley, and they looked like they were awaiting someone.
"How long is he going to keep us waiting? I hope he isn't trying to run away with all our money," one of them said with a face filled with impatience.
The other shook his head and responded, "He won't dare."
If Old Ye were here, he would be able to recognise the two young men who were among those who stole his bicycle parts.
"Ghost! ghost!" They suddenly heard a voice they recognised screaming and looking in that direction, they saw the blue-shirt youth running towards them with a face filled with horror.
Without asking for any explanation, they ran off.
One pursued while the two others ran. People who witnessed this spectacular shook their heads in pity.
After running till they were exhausted, the two of them suddenly stopped running, panting, and breathing heavily.
They waited for the blue-shirt youth to explain to them what was going on.
But in the end, the blue-shirt youth was only stuttering ghost repeatedly with a face filled with shock.
Irritated, one of them scolded, "Are you trying to act like you have gone insane so that you won't give us our share? If you don't hand over my share right now, don't blame me for starting a fight with you."
"The ghost took all the money and my money; I don't have any money! ghost! ghost!!" The blue shirt said fearfully.
The action of Old Ye entering the void before him gave him a traumatic shock that he couldn't get over.
When the two young men heard what the blue-shirt youth was saying, they were angered; they didn't believe any ghost bullshit he was saying.
The two of them grabbed his shirt and arm in anger and forcefully searched the blue-shirt youth's trousers but found nothing.
The two of them joined hands and pummelled the blue-shirt youth while demanding their share.
Old Ye, who had 'caused such trouble for the blue-shirt youth, returned home and saw that John had already finished preparing and was waiting for him.
"Let's go; I will take you to school with my bicycle," Old Ye said happily.
Jenny and John's facial expressions became interesting, which puzzled Old Ye.
"Like that?" Jenny asked, eyeing Old Ye's faded trousers and dirty buttoned shirt.