Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter Seventy-Two: Moving Earth on the Head of the Grand Duke Jupiter

"Damn it, they've tried to steal from me."

"Does he want to die?"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, a surge of anger immediately welled up in Ye Shaohong's heart.

Without hesitation, he turned and pushed through the crowd, chasing after the black-clad youth who had disappeared into the distance.

During the chase, Ye Shaohong was surprised to discover that this person's movement technique was quite mysterious.

When weaving through crowds, he can always find gaps between people and pass through them in the lightest and most convenient way.

Could he be a martial artist? But how could someone who practices martial arts commit theft?

Ye Shaohong couldn't figure it out, and he stopped thinking about it. He buried his head in the crowd and chased after them for a while, finally managing to get through the dense flow of people.

Standing in the square in front of Zhongshan Wharf, Ye Shaohong spotted the other person at a glance.

So far, the thief hasn't realized that Ye Shaohong is chasing him.

Once out of the crowd, the thief slowed down.

As he swayed and staggered, he pulled out two old-fashioned money pouches and a pure leather wallet from his pocket and began to rummage through them, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

In just a few breaths, the man had already finished looking through the wallet in his palm.

He pocketed the money and valuables.

He simply tossed his wallet aside on the side of the road.

This shows that this person is definitely a seasoned thief, and his mental fortitude is extremely strong.

Ye Shaohong couldn't help but secretly marvel at what he saw.

Despite his surprise, Ye Shaohong did not forget his own business. Seeing that the man was about to look through the other two old-fashioned money pouches, Ye Shaohong did not hesitate any longer.

From a distance of more than ten meters, Ye Shaohong reached up and touched his waist, then picked up a Browning M1910 pistol.

The gun was pointed directly at the back of the other person's head, and a cold voice followed.

"Put your stuff down."

"Otherwise, I'll shoot."

As Ye Shaohong spoke, passersby turned to look, and their expressions immediately changed when they saw the pistol in Ye Shaohong's hand.

"Gun!"

"Oh my god, run!" After a few exclamations, pedestrians within a 20-30 meter radius immediately scattered and fled.

The panic then spread to the surrounding area, and in an instant, people within a few dozen meters had all run away.

Only the thief in front of them stood there dumbfounded.

It's not that he didn't want to escape in the chaos.

Just as he was about to run, Ye Shaohong took a few quick steps forward and in the blink of an eye, he was already four or five meters behind him.

The panicked looks of the pedestrians nearby told the thief a fact.

That means the other party really was holding a gun.

The gun should still be pointed directly at him.

So he was smart; instead of taking any action, he turned his back to Ye Shaohong and slowly raised his hands.

"Friend, calm down, calm down." "I was rude. Are you looking for something you lost? I can return it to you."

"Don't fire the gun accidentally!"

Up to now, Ye Shaohong has not seen the man's face, but he has roughly judged the man's age from the tone of his voice.

In his early twenties, from northern China.

His accent clearly shows traces of Beijing dialect.

It must be a dragon crossing the river.

"Cut the nonsense."

"Hand over what you stole from my friend right now."

"If you dare utter another word of nonsense, I'll kill you."

When he reached within three meters of the other party, Ye Shaohong stopped moving forward. Since he had already determined that the other party might be a martial arts expert, he naturally wouldn't take the initiative to approach and give the other party a chance to retaliate.

The safest option is to be at least three meters away, holding a firearm with the safety off.

"Good good."

"I'll pay."

From the moment Ye Shaohong drew his gun and shouted, the man's ears kept twitching up and down.

Although not obvious.

However, it was also clear that he was trying to pinpoint Ye Shaohong's location by listening to the sound.

Suddenly hearing Ye Shaohong stop, and still quite a distance away, the thief lost all will to struggle and resist. He loosened his grip on his right hand, and the two old-fashioned money bags fell to the ground.

“Friend, look, I’ve returned everything to you. According to the rules of the martial world, you can let me go now, right?” “The martial world?”

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm not a member of the martial arts world, and I don't have the time to talk to you about those rules."

"Stand still and kick those two money bags over to me first. After I check the contents and confirm there are quite a few things inside, I might let you go."

Ye Shaohong was very careful when dealing with these street urchins and江湖人士 (jianghu figures). He didn't know if these people had any special skills or tricks up their sleeves, so being on guard was the best option.

Just then, Ma Bo arrived with his son.

Upon seeing the figure that Ye Shaohong had blocked with his gun, Ma Bo's face immediately showed anger and murderous intent, but he did not rush forward recklessly.

He even used his hand to stop his son.

"Master!"

"Hmm." "Uncle Ma, after this man kicks the money bag over, check it first. If anything is missing, tell me."

"I shot him dead."

Throughout the entire ordeal, Ye Shaohong never lowered the gun in his hand, nor did he move it even slightly.

Although the thief in front couldn't see what was happening, he could roughly guess what was going on from the conversation of the group and the pointing and whispering of the passersby.

The man's face immediately showed a look of dejection.

"and many more!"

"It was my fault, I admit defeat, brother, please calm down, I'll return everything I got to you right away."

This man was truly insatiable. Even with Ye Shaohong holding a gun to his head, he still managed to steal some items from the two money bags in that brief moment using his superior skills. Now, having heard and seen this, and realizing Ye Shaohong's ruthlessness, the thief finally became afraid.

He released his other raised hand, and the three large yellow croakers, each weighing a full pound, slid down and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Then a scroll of letters fell from his hands.

Upon seeing these items, Ma Bo, who was standing next to Ye Shaohong, also widened his eyes in surprise.

"Young master, it's ours."

"Can't be wrong."

As soon as he spoke anxiously, Ma Bo made a move to go forward and pick up the item he had just dropped, but he was stopped by Ye Shaohong.

"Mr. Ma, don't be impulsive."

"Make him kick the stuff over here. You also keep a close eye on him. If he does anything improper, tell me immediately." Ye Shaohong's caution infuriated the thief, who trembled with anger. He realized he had been outsmarted and had run into a tough nut to crack.

He's a ruthless and incredibly calm tough guy.

With no other option, he could only lightly kick the ground, sending the two money bags, the three large yellow croakers, and the letter flying towards Ye Shaohong's direction.

Marbury took a step forward, picked up the money bag, gold bars, and letters, and examined them carefully.

He then turned around and nodded to Ye Shaohong.