"Alright! That's right! It's you, you damned dog!"
Jiang Xiaobai suddenly grabbed the collar of the sleazy old man, and the skinny him lifted the old man out of the counter and slammed him onto the ground.
"What are you, what are you doing?" The old man's face turned pale, not expecting Jiang Xiaobai, who looked as delicate as a young lady, to be so fierce when handling matters.
"You old rascal! Hand over my stuff now!"
The expression of the old man changed slightly, and this minor change did not escape Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, which confirmed that Qin Xianglian's bag must indeed be in this scoundrel's possession. He did this to test whether Qin Xianglian's bag was actually with this guy.
Knowing the bag was in the hands of the sleazy old man, Jiang Xiaobai knew how to get it back. Dealing with someone like this, who was clearly a seasoned swindler, there was no use talking sense.
"You punk! Do you know whose stuff you've picked up?"
