Chapter 48: The Blonde-Haired Man's Robbery

  "Japan, cherry blossoms~~ I'm here to see you all~~~~~~" Xia Zhichun stretched out his arms as soon as he walked out of the airport.

  A beautiful woman like Xia Zhichun who is careless and loves to show off will easily attract attention wherever she goes.

  Three beauties standing together is an invitation for trouble.

  All the way out, attracted a lot of people's attention, and the return rate is that explosive!

  "Ah!" Suddenly, Muyi Xian let out a sharp cry.

  A small bag on her left wrist was snatched away.

  "Stop!!" Mu Yixian unconsciously turned around and chased after the person who had snatched her bag.

  Xia Zhi Chun, Jiu Mei Luo Lan quickly followed after him at a rapid pace.

  The pickpocket, an old hand, had already prepared a getaway van in a not-too-distant location. The thief quickly jumped into the vehicle and sped away.

  "What's in the bag?" Jiuyi Luolan glanced at Muyixian, who was tense, and determined that there must be something very important to her inside.

  "A photo of me and my parents." Mu Yixian's voice was trembling, it was the only photo she had with her own parents. Must not lose it.

  Jiū Měi Luó's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the van was getting farther and farther away. She turned her head and gave Mù Yì Xiān a firm gaze: "Take down the license plate number, trust me."

  As she finished speaking, Jiumei Luobolan glanced around and saw a Harley approaching. She narrowed her phoenix eyes. Just as the Harley motorcycle was about to get close to her, she suddenly darted into the middle of the road.

  With a screech, the car suddenly stopped in front of Jumeloblu. Blond hair, emerald green eyes. The owner of the Harley motorcycle tilted his head, sizing up the woman wearing a duck tongue hat in front of him.

  "Borrow your car for a use." Jiǔměi luò lán didn't care how the owner of the car looked at her, and directly climbed onto the back seat of the motorcycle. "Help me chase after that bread truck in front."

  The blond man had a sly smile at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped on the accelerator to chase after that van. He drove very fast, and the strong wind blew against Jiumei Luobolan's body, her duck-billed cap was also blown away by the strong wind, brushing~~~ flying away. At the same time as her long blue hair fell down, Jiumei Luobolan reached out to grab the duck-billed cap and put it on her waist.

  The distance between the two cars is getting closer and closer.

  "Pull the car closer to that van."

  Haley slowly approached the van.

  Jiū Měi Luò Lán raised her head to measure the height of the bread truck. Suddenly, she stood up from stepping on the motorcycle's footrest. With a light and agile jump, she grabbed onto the bread truck and used her arm strength to flip herself up onto the roof of the truck at an extremely fast speed.

  Lying on the car roof, the wind seemed to be even stronger. Her soft and smooth hair was already blown into a mess. "Borrow something for use." Qiu Mei Luo Lan glanced at the blond man and climbed to the front of the car roof.

  Hand stretched out in front of the car window.

  The hooligan in the car saw that hand, was shocked at first, but quickly calmed down. "Damn it, flipping my car over? I'll crash you to death." The driving hooligan cursed and stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating to the maximum speed.

  The van drove even faster and swayed from side to side, intending to shake off the people on top of the car.

  The thugs in the van, who thought they could take down the person above, had their wicked smiles completely wiped off when they saw what was being held in the hand that reached out of the car window.

  Jiǎo Měi Luò Lán's hand was still hanging in front of the window, and the muzzle of the black pistol in his hand was pressed against the glass.

  Bang! With a loud crash, the van swerved into a small alley.

  The car stopped, and Jumelle sat calmly, her duck-billed cap somehow back on her head. Her right hand idly played with the black handgun in her hand.

  Apart from the driver, the remaining thugs in the van rolled out.

  The blond-haired man driving the Harley also followed and stopped next to the van.

  Jiūměi luò lán looked at the blond man and threw the pistol in his right hand to him. "Your stuff, thanks."

  The blond man still had a smile at the corner of his mouth, caught the pistol and put it back in his waist.

  "East, east, return it to you." A thug threw the thing he had just snatched from Muyi Xian's hand onto the roof of the car and fled in a hurry.

  Jiūměi lán picked up Mùyìxiān's bag and jumped down from the bread truck with a light body.

  The blond man's dark green eyes lingered on the back of Jiumei Luo for a few seconds, looking at the bag in her hand, and roughly understood what was going on. He turned his head and glanced at the bread truck. In the bread truck, the driver slumped over the steering wheel.

  Walked suspiciously to the window of the van. Reached out, grabbed the driver's hair, and pulled the driver's head up.

  The driver's face was twisted, his mouth wide open, his eyes empty, and there was a blood hole in the center of his forehead.

  The blond man let go and put down the driver's head. He looked at the distant back of Kumi Roruburān: "Today was really interesting!"