After wandering half a street more, Ye Jiu finally felt content and was ready to head back.
Just then, from a distance, cries for help came, "Help, robbery..."
The voice got louder as it neared.
Ye Gaosheng, who was behind, suddenly got bumped into, stumbled, and fell, but fortunately, Ye Jiu, with his quick reflexes, managed to hold him up in time.
However, the items he was carrying were scattered all over the ground.
"Who is it, not watching where they’re going!" Ye Gaosheng cursed after steadying himself and quickly began to gather the items from the ground.
They were newly purchased and worth quite a bit of money. With so many people on the street, they could all be trampled and ruined.
Just as he finished speaking, another figure dashed past him, who had just crouched down. This time, Ye Jiu wasn’t quick enough to save him, so Ye Gaosheng ended up falling flat on the ground.
"Damn!" Ye Gaosheng couldn’t hold back and cursed loudly.
Ahead, a small boy was chasing a large, burly man, shouting as he ran, "Thief, stop, give me back my things..."
The disparity between the two, be it in height or strength, was obvious at a glance.
Yet the boy continued to chase doggedly, relentlessly. To those unaware, it might seem as if the thief had kidnapped his mother, which fueled his desperate pursuit.
Ye Jiu doubted that with his small stature, even if he caught up, could he actually retrieve his belongings from the thief?
Because the street was so crowded, the agile thief was still caught by the boy.
Seeing the boy still in hot pursuit behind him, a ferocious glint flashed in the thief’s eyes. He stopped running and just stood there waiting.
Ye Jiu, however, noticed that the thief’s hand was behind his back, and although the item he held was barely visible, it reflected the sun’s brilliance with a chilling gleam.
This wasn’t good, the thief looked like he was about to strike!
Without thinking, a warm current surged from Ye Jiu’s dantian and his legs moved suddenly, his qinggong instantly activated.
As swift as lightning, Ye Jiu reached the boy’s side just as the thief was about to strike, gently pushing the boy away. The knife in the thief’s hand missed its mark.
"You bitch, since you’re courting death, I’ll grant it to you!" the thief snarled, suddenly changing his target and charging at Ye Jiu.
At that moment, having inner strength, Ye Jiu watched the man’s movements as if they were slowed down immensely.
With a sidestep, he easily dodged and then kicked the thief squarely in the chest.
Even the onlookers were curious, wondering how such a small frame could contain such tremendous power, enough to send a sturdy man flying a great distance, not stopping until he hit the ground, because the thief kept sliding.
Even Ye Jiu herself was shocked. Although she had been practicing diligently these past few days, it had always been alone, merely learning to control her inner strength.
She had never thought that she could actually fight.
This scene excited Ye Jiu.
She forgot about the boy she had just saved, step by step, she approached the thief lying on the ground, stepped on his back, and said in a tone of justice, "A big man, fully fit, there are plenty of decent things to do, why stoop to stealing others’ belongings, engaging in such vile acts? Isn’t that terribly frustrating?"