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After finishing their breakfast, the two of them were shocked when they saw the bill—it amounted to over thirty dollars. Li Lingfei nearly fainted at this astonishing figure; she never expected that a simple meal could consume her living expenses for three days. Fortunately, the owner of the restaurant was generous and, seeing that they were brought in by a familiar face, decided to treat them to their meal for free in hopes of making a good impression. Naturally, Li Lingfei was overjoyed at this unexpected gift. Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back at the restaurant's sign, pondering meaningfully that if the price of the noodle soup could be lowered, she would definitely return.
Just as they stepped out of Lao Jiu's restaurant, a woman's aged scream pierced the air. "Help! Robbery! Stop that man in front! He stole my phone!" The commotion quickly escalated as people around began to shout and panic ensued, turning the entire street into chaos.
Yang Qianfan heard the woman's cries and, before he could grasp what was happening, a blue blur suddenly darted past him like a gust of wind, colliding squarely with his nose. He immediately felt a rush of warmth erupt from his nostrils and instinctively covered his face, followed by a groan of pain.
"Damn it! Which idiot just knocked my nose? Does he want to die?" Yang Qianfan cursed furiously, not caring about how he appeared in front of Li Lingfei.
Given the urgency of the situation, Li Lingfei paid little attention to Yang Qianfan's foul language. She pointed toward a short man in a blue jacket who was already fleeing into the distance. "It's that guy in the blue jacket! He stole that lady's phone!"
Yang Qianfan followed her gaze and felt a surge of anger. "No one runs away after bumping into me!" Without wasting another moment, he bolted after the thief like a rocket. His speed was astonishing; even Liu Xiang would be impressed.
The man in blue, sensing someone was hot on his heels, panicked and instinctively quickened his pace, sprinting for dear life. Seeing this only fueled Yang Qianfan's determination as he chased after him with all his might. For several minutes, they raced through the streets until finally, the blue-clothed man began to tire. Just as Yang Qianfan closed in on him, he launched himself forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
The thief felt as if he had been shackled with weights and collapsed to the ground, unable to move. By the time he realized what had happened, Yang Qianfan had already pinned him down and unleashed a flurry of rapid punches and kicks.
With rage burning in his eyes like an enraged bear, Yang Qianfan raised his massive fist and grabbed the man's hair, preparing for another round of punishment. But as he pulled, his grip slipped unexpectedly, yanking off the thief's shiny black wig along with some scalp hair. Staring at the hair in disbelief, he looked down at the man beneath him—who was now completely bald and looked much older than he had anticipated.
Realizing that this thief was actually an elderly bald man made Yang Qianfan chuckle despite himself. His curiosity piqued; he reached out to touch the man's smooth head and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! So slick! How interesting!" With a playful grin, he tapped three times on the bald man's head like knocking on a watermelon and menacingly warned him, "You old rascal better scream 'grandpa' when I’m done with you!"
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