When the group arrived, they saw the pickpocket holding up Fan Hongying's clothes by the chest with one hand, pushing her against the wall, and raising his fist to smash her down. With that punch, Fan Hongying, with her small body, would either die or be crippled.

The police officer immediately shouted, "Stop!!"

The pickpocket was startled by someone coming over, and his fist went awry. He couldn't control his strength or change direction, and could only watch helplessly as his full-force blow landed on the wall.

On that wall... there were a few pieces of broken glass protruding from the wall...

The pickpocket's pupils dilated as he strained to pull his fist back. Just then, whether she lost her balance or was affected by his force, Fan Hongying suddenly swayed to the right, causing the pickpocket, who was gripping her clothes, to also tilt to the right.

The pickpocket's face landed squarely on the shards of glass.

Fan Hongying looked puzzled. It was so funny! His eyes were wide open, his nostrils were flared, his lips were tightly closed, and his entire face was straining. Was he making a face?

Ah~~~

Before she could figure it out, a deafening scream shattered her thoughts. She rushed to the police station and cried out, "Officers, he just stole money from the department store and now he's trying to hit me! You must arrest him!"

"You're talking nonsense!" The pickpocket slowly raised his head, his hands reaching up to touch his aching cheek. Each touch sent another wave of excruciating pain through him, and he growled, "Tear...ahh ...

He clenched his fists to ease the pain and turned around: "I didn't steal anything today. If you don't believe me, search me. There's nothing on me."

"Tear~~" No one was paying attention to what he was saying; everyone's attention was drawn to her horrific wound.

Several bloody wounds were visible on his face. One was a vertical wound between his eyebrows, which was bleeding and its length was not visible. Another was on his left eyebrow bone, which almost pierced his eyeball. The other two were right at the corners of his mouth, leaving two wide cuts on both sides of his mouth.

His current facial features resemble those of a clown: his brow resembles Erlang Shen, his eyes are like broken eyebrows, and his lips resemble those of a clown.

Indeed, natural beauty needs no artifice, Zhan Chunlan thought to herself.

“If you didn’t steal today, then it means you did before. I just saw you reach out to steal, but I interrupted you and you didn’t steal.” Fan Hongying’s voice woke up the crowd who were shocked by the pickpocket’s features. She had always been lucky, so even though she was cornered by the pickpocket, she wasn’t worried at all. In any case, even if the police didn’t come, he couldn’t hurt her.

"Besides, it's not that you didn't want to steal, it's that you couldn't!"

Zhan Chunlan listened to Fan Hongying's words with great admiration and gave her a thumbs up, saying, "Sister, you are really brave!"

Fan Hongying noticed and smiled gratefully at her. She had seen everything. When Zhan Chunlan peeked out, she was about to signal Zhan Chunlan to leave and not worry about her, but Zhan Chunlan turned and ran away. She didn't blame Zhan Chunlan at all, because she knew she was lucky and wouldn't encounter any danger; on the contrary, Zhan Chunlan had always been unlucky, and if she had really come to rescue her, she would have been worried.

As it turned out, Zhan Chunlan actually went to call the police for her. Seeing how disheveled she looked from running, I was deeply moved. What a brave and clever girl! Her legs are so short, yet she called the police for me so quickly. Just thinking about how Zhan Chunlan scurried forward with her short legs, her legs swinging like fans, made me chuckle.

Zhan Chunlan: May I ask you this?!

"So, you little thief, you stole my money, didn't you!" Huang Ju arrived breathlessly. Although she was a bit far away, she had heard Fan Hongying's words. As soon as she arrived, she grabbed the pickpocket and took off her shoes, hitting him with them: "I'll teach you to steal money! I'll teach you to steal money! Do you even know who I am? I'll chop off your hands and send you to Beijiang Farm to eat ice and snow!"

The police officers finally realized what was happening and rushed forward to separate the two, fearing she might beat the pickpocket to death. He was already covered in blood, so much so that his features were unrecognizable.

"Are you all in cahoots? Are you trying to protect her?" Huang Ju was completely irrational, pointing her cotton shoe at the police officers. "Let me tell you, you want to protect him? No way! Which police station are you from? Who's your leader? Call him over here!"

“Comrade Huang Ju, we are not protecting anyone. If you continue beating him, he will not survive.” The police captain’s tone was serious, and he even raised his voice at the end.

Huang Ju finally came to her senses. She looked at the pickpocket whose head was covered in blood and was also a little scared. She could barely hold the shoes in her hands. "I'm telling you, I didn't do it. He was just being lazy. I only hit him a few times. You have to be my witnesses." As she spoke, she grabbed the police captain with both hands, hoping that he could feel her sincerity and believe her. She really didn't hit him hard.

"I know he has nothing to do with Comrade Huang Ju, so you don't need to be nervous." Although the police captain disliked Huang Ju's troublesome nature, he still tried to calm her down, afraid that she would go crazy again.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me. I don't have much strength to begin with." Huang Ju calmed down a bit, tidied her messy hair, and realized that she had just taken off her cotton shoes when she felt a chill on her feet. She immediately looked down to find her shoes and put them on.

After going through this whole process, she finally calmed down.

He rushed up to the pickpocket and stretched out his hands.

The police quickly stopped her: "Comrade Huang Ju, you can't hit her anymore."

"Let me go, I won't hit him." Huang Ju struggled violently, but the police dared not let her get any closer.

"I really won't hit him. I just want my money back. I'll only take my own money and not more." She assured the police captain and explained why she had approached him.

The police officer loosened his grip, and she immediately rushed to the pickpocket. She searched several pockets in the pickpocket's clothes and pants, but found nothing. She became agitated again. She had clearly caught the pickpocket, so why was her money still missing?

She reached out and touched other parts of the pickpocket's body, muttering as she did so, "Where's my money? It's not there. Where did you put my money?"

Huang Ju became increasingly agitated as she touched him, preparing to strip off all his clothes and search him inch by inch.

The police officer stopped her: "Comrade Huang Ju, please stay calm. You can come back to the police station with us now. We will question you slowly and we will definitely be able to help you get your money back."

"Get out of my way! I have to ask him where he put my money! That girl just said she stole it, she saw it." Huang Ju turned her head, her eyes fixed on Fan Hongying, looking extremely terrifying.

Fan Hongying quickly denied it, her tone extremely certain: "I mean I saw him reach out and steal from others, I didn't see him steal your money."