Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Shattering Encounter

  After we three returned to the town, it was already dark. We found a relatively high-end hotel and booked two rooms. Then we planned to go out for dinner.

  I looked at the weather in the evening and it was still pretty good, so I said to Fang Wenke and Zhao Jun: "How about we take a stroll around town tonight? Let you guys experience the charm of my hometown."

  Zhao Jun nodded and said: "This proposal is good! Adopted!", after finishing, he raised his hands to show approval, Fang Wenke also followed suit.

  Our town is small, but from 6 pm to 8 pm it's particularly lively.

  I took them to the snack street in our town that is particularly famous, where it smells all over the place at night, all of which are food aromas, but at that time it was peak human traffic.

  "Unnamed, do you have that stir-fried noodles dish that you took me to eat in Changchun last time? I'm craving it now!" Fang Wenke said, looking at the brightly lit street in front of him and swallowing his saliva.

  "Ah! Yes! I remember there's one at the intersection!"

  I walked with Fang Wenke and Zhao Jun from the end of the street to the head of the street, and Fang Wenke's saliva also flowed from the end of the street to the head of the street.

  After we found that stir-fry shop, Fang Wenke alone had three bowls. After Zhao Jun and I finished one bowl, we watched as Fang Wenke ate another two bowls with relish.

  "Today should be the one who eats the most paying! What do you think, Wei Ming?" Zhao Jue said with a sly smile.

  Fang Wenke immediately made a vomiting gesture and said: "Then I'll just spit it out!"

  I and Zhao Jun looked at Fang Wenke with a face of disgust.

  After eating and drinking enough, Fang Wenke walked to the entrance where the boss was to pay the bill. However, as soon as he took out his wallet from his pocket with his right hand, within three seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a duck-billed cap ran over from the entrance and snatched away Fang Wenke's wallet.

  Fang Wenke was quite quick-witted and immediately chased after the middle-aged man towards the dark part of the street as soon as he saw his wallet being snatched.

  Zhao Jun saw that Fang Wenke was robbed, his first reaction was also to run out with him, and I ran while calling 110 to report the police.

  I don't know how long I ran down this street, anyway on this road, I was running and shouting "Catch the thief!"

  In a few seconds, I was followed by a group of enthusiastic citizens running behind me.

  Seeing this scene, I think the power of the masses is indeed great, and this thief is unlucky.

  As I ran and ran, I couldn't keep up anymore. I squatted on the ground, panting heavily. Then I looked ahead at a dozen or so men running deep into the dark streets to help us catch the thief.

  Soon, the crowd in front of me that was originally flowing stopped, I guess the thief must have been caught.

  I stumbled forward, only to find that the dozen or so men had pinned Zhao Jun firmly to the ground. Seeing the situation was not in my favor, I quickly ran over and pried open the hands of those men, saying: "You've got the wrong person! The thief is up ahead! He's a middle-aged man wearing a duck-billed cap!"

  Those men looked surprised after hearing what I said, then apologetically helped Zhao Jun up.

  I looked at Zhao Jun's wretched appearance and couldn't help but burst out laughing. Zhao Jun wiped the mud off his face and said, "Oh my, I'm really impressed by you guys! Let's hurry up and continue chasing!"

  As we continued running forward for over a hundred meters, we finally saw Fang Wenke and that thief.

  The thief held a sharp knife against Fang Wenke, while Fang Wenke stood two meters away from the thief and didn't dare to move forward. The two of them were circling each other, while our group slowly approached Fang Wenke and the thief from behind.

  The night was very dark, and the streetlights in the distance were emitting a sparse light due to their age.

  Although the thief's face couldn't be seen clearly, the dagger in his hand kept reflecting the light of the lamp, which was dazzling and frightening.

  At this moment, Zhao Jun seemed to have an idea. He slowly approached Fang Wenke step by step, then blocked him behind his back and said to the thief: "Calm down, put down the knife. If you return our wallet now, we'll let you go. Otherwise, it's more than enough for us to deal with you alone."

  Zhao Jun's threat seemed to have little effect, the thief still held the dagger tightly against Zhao Jun and Fang Wenke, not giving an inch.

  Just then, the police car's siren sounded, and the noise got louder and more piercing, clearly heading in our direction. I didn't expect the police station to be so efficient.

  The thief saw the police car coming, he hastily turned around and ran away. More than a dozen citizens behind him saw the thief turn around and rushed towards him together. Two slightly more robust young men pressed the thief to the ground from behind, probably they were pressing Zhao Jun like this just now.

  The thief's dagger also fell to the ground with this heavy blow, and now he couldn't hurt anyone.

  Fang Wenke and Zhao Jun saw the little thief being pressed to the ground, then relaxed their vigilance and sat on the ground, both of them were sweating profusely.

  At this moment, a police car also stopped beside us, and two policemen got out of the car. They quickly handcuffed the thief who was pressed to the ground. One of the policemen picked up the wallet from the thief's hand and shouted to the crowd: "Whose wallet is this?"

  I saw Wen Ke and Zhao Jun were already exhausted, I quickly ran to the police officer and said: "The wallet belongs to my friend! The one sitting over there!"

  Just as I finished speaking, the thief who was being held by the police suddenly looked up and glanced at me.

  At that moment, I and the thief locked eyes, I stared at the thief's eyes, involuntarily furrowed my brow, then I instinctively shouted to him: "Dad!"