Courting Death
Editor: Henyee Translations
Although they thought so, they didn't dare to offer any help.
After all, the pickpocket had a knife. Even if they went over, they might not be able to help!
Ye Jian wouldn't let the passengers help her either. She was still able to subdue this pickpocket. She pressed his upper body to the ground and grabbed his left hand that was holding the knife. Then, she forcefully pushed it toward his back.
"Ah…"
The barbaric and brutal buckle made the man scream. His voice was so loud that even the police officers who were making their way to the front felt their eyelids twitching.
The middle-aged man, whose entire face was stuck to the ground, felt his heart throbbing when Ye Jian hit him. He had already taken the stolen goods, but he didn't have the chance to take them out.
He struggled with all his might. His neck was red as he roared, "Don't f*cking force me to attack. Let me go!"