"Who's the wicked person who stole my clothes?" Chen Fan held onto the plastic bag, feeling helpless. Just the ID card and visa were enough to make Chen Fan vomit blood, not to mention the satellite phone and the over 100,000 Myanmar currency.
With the help of the dim streetlight a distance away, Chen Fan observed the surrounding footprints carefully. Other than his own footprints, there was a pair that was obviously a few sizes smaller.
"Between size 30 to 32...should be a child." Chen Fan came up with these numbers after measuring against his own footprints. However, Chen Fan soon fell into despair again. The footprints only extended to the road and there were no signs of them after that.
"Heaven, you're playing on me!" Chen Fan cried out, squatting by the side of the road.
