The thief glanced back, his eyes widening in surprise at how fast Chenyao was gaining on him.
"Fuck!"
As they rounded a corner, Xu Chenyao lunged forward, tackling the thief to the ground. They rolled once, twice, before coming to a stop with Xu Chenyao on top, pinning the thief down.
"Give. It. Back!" Xu Chenyao growled, her eyes flashing with anger.
The thief struggled, but Chenyao's grip was like iron. In a burst of frustration, the thief swung a fist at Xu Chenyao's face. Which she dodged easily, years of martial arts training kicking in.
"Wrong move.." Xu Chenyao said, her voice cold.
As Xu Chenyao pinned the thief to the ground, she noticed something odd about his behavior.
The thief seemed more nervous than a typical mall pickpocket, and his eyes darted around as if looking for someone.
Xu Chenyao tightened her grip on the thief's wrists. "Who sent you?" she demanded, her voice low and intense.
