"Kid, you're pretty impressive, nabbing this criminal all by yourself," the man said, speaking from behind Helen Wilson.
Helen quickly turned around, a puzzled look on her face as she addressed the man, "It wasn't me who caught him."
"But you're the only police officer here. Who else would catch him if not you?"
"It was you who caught him."
"Ah, kid, you really are stubborn."
"Ah, I get it now. You don't want others to know about you?" Helen suddenly realized and looked at the mysterious man with surprise.
"At least you're not totally dense."
Helen shook her head again and again, saying, "No, no, I can't take credit for your work. If you caught him, it was you who did it."
The man grinned and suddenly pointed behind Helen, shouting, "Watch out."
Helen swiftly turned around, but there was nothing amiss. The thug still lay there, spitting blood, without the slightest attack capability.
