Whoosh!
Another mound of earth.
CC closed in again.
"..."
"..."
The road ahead remained bumpy; CC sometimes steadied herself on Lin Xian's shoulders, at other times hugged him to stabilize her body.
After a rough journey, they finally arrived at the "starting point."
Lin Xian hid the motorcycle and then pulled CC to hide in an alley.
He glanced at his watch.
A little past five-thirty.
In less than ten minutes, the three-knife thief would appear.
"What are we waiting for here?" CC asked curiously.
"Waiting for a three-knife thief."
"What the heck?" CC was utterly perplexed.
Suddenly.
From afar came Auntie Li's breathless chasing cries:
"Catch—catch the thief! Catch... catch the... the thief!"
Whoosh!
The thief with the black hat passed by the entrance of the alley like the wind.
Lin Xian ran out, directly encountering the anxious Auntie Li.
Auntie Li, as if seeing a savior, grabbed Lin Xian's arm:
"Young man..."
"All right, okay, wait."
