Some of the onlookers in the crowd heard the woman's cries and couldn't help but murmur, "Isn't that the robber? Then, is this robber actually the owner's son..."
The distraught woman was startled upon hearing this, then suddenly turned to glare at the bystanders who were talking, shouting loudly, "How could my son be a robber! How could my son possibly be a robber! The entire gold shop will be his in the future, why would he need to rob his own shop?!"
The bystander who was shouted at shrugged his shoulders and begrudgingly said, "It's the authorities who said the deceased was a robber! Moreover, I caught a glimpse of the robber earlier, and the man lying on the ground is definitely him!"
The woman, feeling both sorrowful and infuriated, was just about to argue back when a man in his fifties, dressed in an indigo robe, hurried over, hesitantly interjecting, "Madam, the young master does... indeed look like the robber from earlier..."
