A thief was caught red-handed and he was chased to a dead end. This wasn't a rare scene, but Yan Liqiang didn't expect to witness this upon his return to Pingxi City.
The wharf was extremely crowded. Many tried to stop the running thief when they heard the yell.
The folks in the northwestern region were all tough men. Many would still run up to the thief even if he was carrying a broadsword, let alone a tiny dagger. After all, how could they call themselves a man if they were afraid of a petty thief…?
"OUT OF THE WAY! MOVE! DON'T YOU DARE STOP ME…!" The thief waved his dagger while shouting furiously. He didn't dare to run toward the crowded places, but he instead made a beeline in Yan Liqiang's direction when he saw it was less crowded there.
"Watch out…!" Hu Haihe's expression contorted as he drew out his saber — he was about to rush over to protect Yan Liqiang.
