Jiang Yixing arrived at the motorcycle in an instant. The man had already gotten on, and his accomplice had started the engine. Jiang Yixing didn't give them a chance to leave. With one last step, he pushed off the ground with one leg, raised his right leg high, and kicked the motorcycle hard.
A passerby exclaimed, "Hey! How could you possibly knock over a motorcycle by kicking it? It's so heavy!"
The boy behind me: In the end, I still have to step in.
Unexpectedly, the motorcycle fell over.
The moment Jiang Yixing kicked it, the car and its occupants flew through the air. Fortunately, the road was wide, and pedestrians had already dodged. The car flew a full meter, and the two men in black crashed heavily to the ground.
As Jiang Yixing casually tied her hair into a ponytail, it drew a smooth arc in the air. A smile bloomed on her face, and people could finally see her face clearly. The moment she appeared, the surroundings seemed to turn into an idol drama, and even the sunlight seemed to shine a little brighter.
Jiang Yixing grinned, "Miracles happen with brute force."
Zhou Xinghe, who had just caught up, stared dumbfounded at the speeding motorcycle, his fingers trembling, "You...you..."
Zhou Xinghe looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't. Jiang Yixing beckoned him to help hold down the two people lying on the ground.
People around dialed the police, their emotions running high. "Hello, police? I'm on Lingnan Road, across from Jiangshan Square. There are two thieves here! Yes, yes! They've been caught! Let me tell you, a really pretty girl kicked a motorcycle away! It's true! I'm not lying! It's true! Lots of people saw it! Come quick!"
The police arrived quickly, reaching the scene in just over ten minutes.
When the police arrived at the scene and saw the two men pinned to the ground, they asked, "Are they the thieves?"
The crowd responded enthusiastically: "Yes, yes."
The police officer looked around. "Who kicked over the motorcycle?"
All eyes turned to Jiang Yixing.
The police followed the gaze and found Jiang Yixing. They were taken aback. In any case, the person who called the police was right about one thing: she was indeed beautiful.
"It's not you, is it?"
Jiang Yixing gave an awkward laugh.
Zhou Xinghe squatted to the side, nodding frantically.
The policeman's gaze swept over the group of people present, and he chuckled. "Alright, then come with me. Tell me the details of what happened."
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