At this moment, more and more people are gathering around, not only the people in this carriage, but also the passengers coming from other carriages.

The fat woman was tired of beating, and her fat body was full of fat, which led to her oxygen consumption increase. She was panting, picked up her wallet from the ground and began to check if there were any lost items.

"Where is my money?" I asked coldly in front of the thief.

"I...I said, I didn't take your money, except for this fat...I didn't steal any money from this lady." The thief was wronged and sat on the ground like a trick, rubbing his palm on his face.

The minor injury that was not serious was rubbed by him, and he rubbed his entire face evenly.

He looked like he was desperate and his face was covered in blood, which made people think he was seriously injured.

He is trying to win others' sympathy, to sell misery, and to avoid some beatings.

I stared at him coldly, he was consuming all my patience.

I am a world-class person and will no longer have sympathy and mercy when dealing with my enemies.

"I really didn't steal your money...really." The thief took off his shirt and opened all his pockets, leaving it empty inside.

"My money has also been lost. What you are willing to hide is in another place!" Other passengers around shouted.

"Brothers and sisters, I really didn't steal your money. I'm not just a thief in this car, I really didn't take it." As he said that, the thief took off his hat and shoes.

Then he supported the ground with one hand, lifted his butt off the ground, and shamelessly took off his pants with his other hand and took them off for most of his time: "Look, I really didn't take it."

"Rogue." As soon as this action was made, the female passengers shouted and cursed, avoiding their eyes.

His performance, coupled with his miserable appearance, has proved his innocence in the hearts of those people, at least in him, nothing is there.

I believe he doesn't have my money on him, and my money has been dropped.

But I'm sure it was this person who stole my money.

"I will give you one last chance, but I won't take it!" Looking down from a condescendingly, my patience finally dropped to freezing point at this moment.

"Brother, forget it, you saw it too, he didn't."

"Yes, there are many thieves these days, maybe he didn't steal it. There is no way to admit defeat."

"He has learned enough lessons, and something will happen if he fights again. There is no need to, and the money will definitely not be brought back."

People around me persuaded me and asked for love for the pitiful thief on the ground with blood on his face.

The fat woman took out fifty dollars from her bag and stuffed it into my hand: "Brother, thank you today. I don't have much money. You see, take it to take it to help me."

"Need not."

He raised his hand to reject the fat woman's kindness, and I let out a sigh: "Okay, you have a habit!"

After leaving this sentence coldly, I raised my feet, stomped on the thief's high-spirited face with the position of my heel.

I was wearing a pair of leather shoes. There was a high heel of about one centimeter on the heel of the leather shoes. I used that position to kick the thief in the face.

I am not an ordinary person, I am a bastard, I am a gangster among ordinary people, of course I can't help but feel angry.

I will punish him in my way.

The blood tilted out along his two nostrils like a waterfall with open gates at the moment when I raised my foot.

"vomit."

Seeing the thief's miserable situation and blood flowing, many passengers retching and turned to avoid their eyes.

Because of the pain, the thief quickly faced his head to the floor in case I kicked him in the face again.

At this moment, the thief stopped talking or denying it, and stubbornly endured my attack.

"Say, or not!"

The raised foot did not fall this time, so I retracted my foot and asked.

I showed mercy. Seeing his situation and his profession, I couldn't help but think of Sun Lei.

They are all thieves. Perhaps Sun Lei, who was caught by the owner, would suffer such a violent beating.

The thief never spoke from beginning to end, and crawled in the narrow gap space like a dead dog.

The noise here is very loud, which will naturally attract the attention of train staff.

Soon, several flight attendants and train police arrived at the scene.

"What's going on?" the policeman asked in a deep voice.

"The thief steals something and lets us catch the current situation." The people around replied.

The policeman turned his head to look at the thief. After hearing someone coming, the thief's head was raised.

Blood flowed down his nostrils, through his mouth, and down his neck.

Cooperating with his dry blood, it was very scary. Many female passengers screamed in shock when they saw it.

Some men would also exclaim: "I, Cao."

"The person you beat?"

The police officer did not take the thief away as soon as possible, but instead looked at me who was closest to the thief.

"Um."

I nodded, I beat people, there is nothing I dare not admit, and there is no need to make a judgment.

From the first look I looked at the thief after the police arrived, I knew the relationship between the two.

If a thief can steal so blatantly and be fearless, there will be official relationships behind him.

"I'm still so arrogant after hitting someone. Come with me." The police officer snorted coldly and said to me.

I didn't refute it, and I didn't want to say more.

On the contrary, the onlookers around were unhappy. The first person to stand up for me was the fat woman who was stolen from the bag: "Why should I catch him? This thief stole his money and my wallet? This big brother is brave enough to catch thieves. How can he catch a good person by chance?"

Faced with the fat woman's cheering, the audience around them also talked: "Yes, this is so inappropriate. How can a policeman not catch thieves and catch good people?"

"I guess you two are in the same group, maybe they are the thieves." This whisper was particularly harsh in this special environment.

Perhaps this sentence hit the policeman's mind, saying that his violation was his behavior.

He glanced at everyone with guilt, coughed lightly, and made a majestic look: "Stealing is illegal, beating people is also illegal, but it is for any purpose. The law cannot be violated. You two will follow me!"

Following the officer to a small room, he sat in a chair and asked the thief, "Did you steal his money?"

"No, I really don't." The thief quickly shook his head and replied.

"Since he didn't steal your money, would you give me face if you hit someone in my car?" The police officer pointed at me openly.

In this day, there are no cameras, no real-name reports, and no Internet.

In this era, many people will rely on their positions and take advantage of their positions to show off their market and be arrogant.
Chapter completed!