"But I really did find my lost money because of him," the young man said hesitantly, his thoughts clearly innocent.
"So what?" the middle-aged man retorted dismissively. "This man, relying on his family’s wealth, is nothing but a shameless bully who dares to molest a strange woman in the public area of Xiaoyang City. Who knows how many wrongs he has already committed in his own turf. This time, it was merely a coincidence that he ended up doing something good when his original intention was to do evil. If you thank him, aren’t you just encouraging his arrogance? In the future, won’t he just be more unruly? By thanking him, do you realize how many people you might harm?
"If it were me, I wouldn’t care if I lost all my possessions, not just a little money. I would absolutely never thank such a person and inflate his arrogance," the middle-aged man spoke with righteous indignation.
"Oh, it seems like you have a point there," the young man considered and decided not to thank Mu Hanyan. Newest update provided by novel·fire·net
The others who had originally intended to thank Mu Hanyan also started to rethink the situation. Considering that the female thief was highly skilled and had stolen so much without anyone noticing, and that she claimed this was her first time being caught—
Seeing Mu Hanyan, who appeared young and played the part of a playboy, it was clear his abilities couldn’t have been that remarkable, certainly not enough to reveal the thief’s identity. The recent incident must have been a fluke—he intended to harass someone, only to inadvertently catch a female thief. Thanking him would only feed his vanity and encourage more outrageous behavior.
Having thought this through, they all dismissed the idea of thanking him.
Mu Ze and the others also relaxed, truly a case of the bystanders seeing more of the game. They hesitated about whether to swallow their pride and thank Mu Hanyan without considering the full circumstances. The words of the middle-aged man had indeed been an eye-opener.
After all, a Seventh-level Knight and a professional thief stood above Mu Hanyan—how could he possibly see through such trickery? It was all coincidental. The playboy was merely trying to take advantage of someone but had, by sheer luck, stumbled upon her true identity.
In such a case, it was not only unnecessary to thank him but also essential to give him a few words of advice.
"Brother Han Yan, although you luckily helped us out this time, what you did was still unbecoming. So, I must remind you to rein yourself in when you’re out and about—it’s not the same as being at home," Mu Ze spoke as if he were much older, lecturing Mu Hanyan.
"That’s right," Mu Xitian agreed. "You don’t know how embarrassing it was. If you behave this way again, we will not be so polite."
"And also, if you find something amiss in the future, just let me handle it. Haven’t you agreed that I should make these decisions?" worried that the previous events might undermine his authority, Mu Ze quickly added another remark.
"Sure," Mu Hanyan didn’t get upset and simply smiled, agreeing. Her mental age wasn’t actually fifteen—why would she waste her time arguing with a pretending-to-be-deep kid? As for the slander from strangers, she cared even less. There were plenty who blackened her name—if she had to fuss over each one, wouldn’t she be exhausted? Only with a broad mind could she advance further in cultivation and achieve increasingly greater accomplishments.
The higher one stands, the more inconsequential these people seem, and the less one bothers about them. Would a giant care about a group of ants spitting at him? Not a drop would land on his shoes, so what harm could they possibly do?