"Stop right there!"
As Lan City's top detective, Ji Yun could spot trouble instantly.
When the fifth-grader heard the rebuke, he turned his head and bolted.
There was a problem!
This kid was up to no good!
Ji Yun decisively chased after the eleven or twelve-year-old boy.
His little pals tried to block Ji Yun, but he easily slipped past them with a few agile twists.
Following the kid out onto the main plaza, it seemed he was heading straight home.
Ji Yun quickened his pace, like a cheetah chasing a black rabbit, and finally caught him before he could dive into his burrow!
"I told you to stop, did you not hear me?" Ji Yun grabbed the boy by the collar and said fiercely.
The boy, with his broad nose, long eyes, and lips perpetually curled, was clearly the type who would rule the street one day—full of that arrogance!
"Let me go!" The boy was also very aggressive, trying to shake off Ji Yun.
"Don't make me throw you down there!" Ji Yun was not soft at all.
