This little thief kept begging for mercy. Now that he was in Zhou Jing's hands, how could he dare to use his head to receive the punch of such a fierce person?
Seeing that he was tactful, Zhou Jing did not threaten him anymore. He placed him back on the ground and lifted the man's mask.
Under the mask was a sallow face. He had an ordinary appearance and was stiff and expressionless, but his eyes were bright.
With a glance, Zhou Jing guessed that this person was most likely wearing a human skin mask. At this moment, he did not expose him and pressed on the little thief's shoulder to prevent him from escaping.
At this moment, the middle-aged man beside him realized that Zhou Jing was not in cahoots with the thief. He hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and cupping his hands politely.
"Gentlemen, please. I was anxious just now and misunderstood the two of you. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay."