Chapter 86

"Hey, young man, why are you talking nonsense? When did I steal your wallet?" The old man, upon hearing this, immediately became upset and turned to the crowd, "Everyone, look. I just bumped into him as I was passing by, and he accused me of stealing his wallet. You have to speak with a clear conscience, isn't this like a robbery?"

The people around them became spectators, pointing and discussing, some even taking out their phones to take photos, but no one stepped forward.

In this situation, the old man appeared to be at a disadvantage, easily evoking sympathy from the onlookers. Chen Dasheng could already hear people in the crowd quietly criticizing him. His face turned extremely ugly as he said to the old man who was trying to win the crowd's sympathy, "You're already half in the grave, I don't want to argue with you. Just give me back the wallet, and I promise not to pursue it."

The old man immediately sat on the ground and cried, tears streaming down his face as he said to Chen Dasheng, "Why are you like this, young man? I really didn't take your wallet. Where am I supposed to find it for you?"

Seeing the old man cry, the crowd looked at Chen Dasheng with strange expressions. Finally, an auntie called out from a distance, "Young man, are you mistaken? This old man doesn't look like a thief."

"Maybe you just forgot to bring it?"

"There are so many people here; it's not necessarily this old man who stole it. He's in his seventies or eighties, who would come out to steal at this age?"

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As the auntie spoke, a group of people immediately chimed in, almost unanimously blaming Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng's face changed, and he was truly speechless with anger. When he had just entered Wenshu Street, he had touched his pocket, and the wallet was still there. He had only walked a few steps, and the only person who had bumped into him was this old man. Moreover, when he chased the old man, he clearly saw the old man holding a wallet and counting something. His wallet was definitely stolen by this old man.

Seeing the old man sitting on the ground and pretending to be pitiful, Chen Dasheng was filled with rage. He grabbed the old man's collar and lifted him off the ground.

"What, what are you going to do?" The old man, seeing Chen Dasheng's fierce expression, was immediately frightened.

"What am I going to do?" Chen Dasheng sneered, "Since you won't give it back, I'll take it myself!"

Chen Dasheng's hand quickly reached for the old man's bulging pocket. The old man, seeing this, suddenly grabbed Chen Dasheng's hand, crying and shouting loudly, "What are you doing? Robbery! Help!"

Damn, this old man was completely distorting the facts. He had been robbed, and now he was the one being accused of robbery?

"Stop!"

Just as Chen Dasheng was about to forcibly open the old man's pocket, a soft voice rang out from the crowd.

Suddenly, Chen Dasheng felt a breeze by his ear and turned his head. A white, delicate hand, carrying a faint fragrance, moved swiftly towards his shoulder.

"Huh?"

Before the hand could grab him, a burning sensation like being scorched by fire came from the palm. Chen Dasheng was startled and immediately let go of the old man, turning and stepping back to narrowly avoid the claw.

Looking up, he saw a slender, beautiful woman with an angry expression.

Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, tied behind her, and she wore a baseball cap. She was dressed in a white top and skirt, looking youthful and vibrant, a sight that refreshed the eyes.

Her face was like a full moon, her skin as smooth as jade, with a high nose and large eyes. Her figure was well-proportioned, and without any makeup, she exuded a natural beauty. She was no more than twenty years old, not yet fully mature, but her pale lips and rosy cheeks radiated the vitality of youth, like a bud about to bloom, emitting a unique fragrance that made one reluctant to look away.

Truly a rare beauty, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but admire her. Among the women he had seen, perhaps only Han Ruoxue could rival her in beauty.

Liu Xiaomin's beauty was mature, Liu Yunshi's beauty was ordinary, but this girl had a unique charm. Like Han Ruoxue, she was like fresh snow in spring, a fragrant plum blossom in the cold, refreshing and moving, captivating at first sight.

"An expert!"

A word flashed through Chen Dasheng's mind. While the crowd was amazed by the girl's beauty, Chen Dasheng's heart skipped a beat. This young girl was definitely a martial arts expert. If she hadn't called out before attacking, he wouldn't have been able to dodge so easily.

"In broad daylight, bullying an old man, how shameless are you?" The beautiful woman scolded Chen Dasheng, her voice as pleasant as a nightingale.

At this moment, her beautiful face was filled with righteous indignation, her eyebrows furrowed, anger mixed with surprise.

Nangong Zixuan was truly furious. She had just come out of the Sisterhood and was planning to explore this unfamiliar place when she encountered this scene. A crowd was gathered, watching a young man bully an old man, and no one dared to step forward to stop it. She, who loved to stand up for justice, could not tolerate such a thing happening in front of her, the esteemed Miss Nangong.

This man could escape from her grasp, indicating he was not an ordinary person. The agility he displayed clearly showed he had training. However, Nangong Zixuan was furious that someone who knew martial arts would bully an old man.

Always ready to stand up for justice, Nangong Zixuan really wanted to beat this annoying guy up.

"Miss, when did you see me bullying him?" Chen Dasheng was unhappy with the beautiful woman's accusations, "This old man stole my wallet. Please get the facts straight before you speak."

Although she was a beauty, this was a matter of his own interests, and Chen Dasheng was not about to be polite. You are indignant, but I have a valid reason to speak!

"Stole your wallet?"

Nangong Zixuan turned to look at the old man who could barely walk, and was immediately amused. She directly said to Chen Dasheng, "You're talking nonsense. Look at this old man, does he look like a thief? Who would be a thief at seventy or eighty?"

"Miss, don't be so absolute. Have you ever seen a thief with a sign on his face?" This girl had no idea what was going on and wanted to stand up for justice. Chen Dasheng was speechless.

Nangong Zixuan couldn't help but laugh, looking Chen Dasheng up and down, "I don't know if thieves have signs on their faces, but I see two words on yours: 'bad guy.'"

"You..." Chen Dasheng was speechless, feeling that he had a valid reason but no place to speak. He pointed at the old man hiding behind Nangong Zixuan, "My wallet is on this old man. Look, his pocket is still bulging. Open it and see if he's a thief, and the truth will be revealed."

The old man, seeing someone standing up for him, immediately cried to Nangong Zixuan, "Miss, don't listen to this man. The money in my pocket is for my wife's medical treatment. This man saw it and wants to rob me!"

Damn! Chen Dasheng wanted to curse. This old man was truly despicable, even distorting the facts. If it weren't for the old man's frail appearance, Chen Dasheng would have beaten him up.

The crowd almost unanimously blamed Chen Dasheng, and Nangong Zixuan's face turned green. Seeing the old man's pitiful appearance, nine out of ten people would believe him.

This society needs positive energy, and Nangong Zixuan was bursting with it. She directly pointed at Chen Dasheng, "You look like a decent person, how can you be so shameless? Do you want money? I'll give you the money in your wallet!"

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