Su Chenhao noticed at this moment that there were six people surrounding the taxi, and one of them was hiding behind the other five, with his profile showing. Wasn't that the thief in the car?

"So it was you thieves. You've got some nerve, daring to stop a car in broad daylight."

Scarface sneered: "You're about to die, and you still dare to talk nonsense. You and that little girl inside, both of you, come out here."

You need to give us an explanation for what happened this morning, or don't blame us for being ruthless.

Actually, they just wanted to scare them and set an example for their brothers. So what if someone is a thief? Thieves are people too; what business is it of theirs if they earn a living through their skills?

These days, whoever has the ability can earn money to eat. He thinks this principle is correct. Like those who work, they also put in a lot of hard work.

Stealing from vehicles every day requires finding targets and transferring valuables for sale. Every step takes effort; it's a combination of mental and physical labor, more tiring than most people's work.

Su Chenhao gripped the knife handle with one hand, pushed open the car door with the other, and stepped out, shielding the back of the car with his body, without intending to let Qiao Xiaoni get out.

These people must have planned this. They chose this section of road because there are no houses around, just a few bare trees and occasional passing vehicles. Even if someone saw them and saw the knives in their hands, they wouldn't get out and interfere. That was their strategy.

The scarred man took two steps back. The young man in front of him had an indescribable aura that made him feel fearful. Had he run into a tough opponent today?

In the brief moment he was stunned, the knife was snatched from his hand and then held to his neck.

"Still want to fight?"

The scarred man was dumbfounded. He hadn't even realized how the other person had done it before the knife was already at his neck.

The five people next to them wanted to rush over, but their leader had a knife to his neck and dared not go forward, so they could only stand aside.

The driver was so scared he wet his pants. He felt like someone was going to die, and he didn't dare look ahead.

Qiao Xiaoni got out of the car and said to the people gathered around, "You guys are really bad. Not only did you steal things from the car, but now you're ganging up on people. Aren't you afraid of getting shot in jail?"

Scarface, fearing the knife at his neck, waved to his brothers beside him, telling them to step back and get rid of these two plagues first.

If he had known it would turn out this way, he shouldn't have let his guard down and allowed the man in front of him to succeed.

Su Chenhao didn't want to let these people off the hook. If they could rob someone with a knife today, they could kill someone tomorrow. The best way to deal with them was to send them to prison for a good rehabilitation. So, he kicked the scarred man's right leg hard, forcing him to his knees. Then he said to the taxi driver:

"Go ahead and report the incident to the police. Tell them that there is trouble here."

The driver was trembling uncontrollably when he finally dared to look up. Seeing that it wasn't what he'd imagined, the young man had actually subdued the leader. Only then did he calm down. He glanced at his wet pants; he felt utterly humiliated.

Qiao Xiaoni knocked on the driver's window: "Sir, what are you thinking about? Why don't you hurry up and report it to the police and have these bad guys arrested!"

The driver had finally recovered. He nodded to the little girl, then stepped on the gas and sped off. He had never driven so fast before, as if a giant beast was chasing him.