"It's alright. You were just trying to be kind and help someone," the old man said, rubbing his chin with a simple, honest smile.
"Thank you for your understanding, old sir," said the man with the black-spotted face. He suddenly slapped his forehead. "Ah, I forgot to bring a cloth sack. I'll go back and get it."
With that, he put on an anxious expression and turned to leave. But he had barely taken two steps before someone grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, lifting him up like a little chick.
"Who's there?" the black-spotted man cried out in alarm. He flailed his arms and legs, trying desperately to break free, but it was no use.
The one who had acted was none other than Chen Cheng. Just moments ago, when the black-spotted man had helped the old man up, he had stealthily lifted the Money Bag from the old man's robes.
The scoundrel's movements were very subtle, but how could they possibly escape Chen Cheng's discerning eyes?
"I've caught a thief!" Chen Cheng bellowed.
