Perhaps thinking that the person behind definitely couldn't catch up, the motorcycle wasn't going very fast, only around thirty or forty kilometers per hour. Meanwhile, the person who snatched the bag kept fiddling with the bag in his hands from time to time.
"Damn, what the hell is this?" After flipping through the contents, the bag-snatcher cursed in dissatisfaction. There was nothing valuable inside, mostly small handicrafts that wouldn't even sell if you tried, let alone be disposed of as stolen goods.
The person directly threw the bag away.
Then he again checked the handbag in his hand.
"Damn, you've got to be kidding me, not even a phone?" The person searched the handbag thoroughly, finding nothing but a few dozen yuan in cash and some keys.
"Impossible!" After searching the handbag again and confirming there was no money, he was about to throw the bag away when a sudden gleam appeared in his eyes upon touching a certain spot.
"Oh, there's a secret pocket!"
