Chapter 100 Praise the Sun_1

Stealing phones nowadays, simply outrageous!

The technique was so crude, obviously the work of an amateur.

After throwing the cola, Fu Qian had no interest in joining the fuss, he just kept shopping with his cart, keeping a low profile.

In the past, even if he intended to stop it, he would probably choose other methods.

But now, he'd started to act first rather than waste words.

A direct hit to the head could certainly knock someone down, but that would probably attract the police, and since the thief didn't succeed, it would complicate things.

After buying everything he needed, Fu Qian packed his haul into three large bags, feeling satisfied as he left the supermarket.

It was getting late outside, and Fu Qian initially wanted to take a taxi home.

Unfortunately, he noticed that as soon as he stepped out, a certain car started following him.

Definitely not professionals, they didn't even understand the concept of cutting losses in time.