Zheng Tan didn't run away like the other cats. He saw the man was still in shock and picked up a chair and flung it at him.
Bang!
He landed another hit.
The man covered his nose, he could feel blood and was starting to feel nauseous. He knew one thing though; there was someone in this room. Judging by the strength with which things were thrown at him, the person was not a child. Why was there someone here?
Zheng Tan found another stool. If the man picked up the wrench, he didn't mind throwing another item at him. He didn't do it yet because he was worried he might accidentally kill the thief. His hatred for these two was not on the same level as his hatred for the eastern quarters thieves. He wasn't scared the man might discover him either. As long as he stayed hidden in the dark, no one would know it was him.
Zheng Tan wanted to go over and slap the man, but he was worried people might learn his secret. He could only fake the illusion that a human was here.
