"Ah." The black-clad thief's face hit the ground and he slid for some distance. "Who dares to mess with Master's business?" The thief regained his senses, cursed randomly, and then turned his head to look around.
"Dogs sure bark loudly." Ye Shikai moved instantaneously in front of the thief, delivering a horizontal kick towards his head, a move meant to be used on the weak and elderly - no match for a skilled martial artist like Ye Shikai. Without even a chance to beg for mercy, the thief was knocked unconscious by the simple kick. If Ye Shikai had used his Inner Strength, the thief's head would have exploded.
"Old man, your bag." Ye Shikai picked up the dropped bag and turned around only to find that the old man had mysteriously disappeared.
