"If you're not arresting me, then please let me go!"
The thief, upon hearing this, spoke unappreciatively.
Yang Xiao clearly meant well, but the thief didn't care at all; it seemed as if it made no difference to him whether he was in good or bad shape.
Of course, Yang Xiao couldn't possibly let him go. The thief might not take responsibility for himself, but Yang Xiao had to answer to his own conscience.
Seeing that Yang Xiao had no intention of letting go, the thief immediately started to struggle forcefully.
He was incredibly strong, not like what a fifteen or sixteen-year-old should possess.
It was only because the person holding his arm was Yang Xiao that he hadn't broken free; had it been anyone else, they probably would have been overpowered.
Nevertheless, Yang Xiao was somewhat surprised; this young man was becoming increasingly peculiar to him.
Swift in movement, extraordinary in strength, indifferent in emotion, he emitted an extraordinary air in every aspect.
