In a dark corner at the end of the street, a young man holding a light green canvas briefcase was struggling on the ground with a knife-wielding vagrant.
"Let go, if you don't let go, I'm going to really hurt you! Don't say I didn't warn you, I just sharpened this knife this morning!"
"I can give you some money, but don't even think about taking my bag!"
The vagrant, seeing that the young man would not compromise no matter what, suddenly became furious with anger welling up from his heart to his gall.
He held the knife handle high, ready to fiercely stab the young man in the stomach twice.
However, before he could act, a hand as strong as a vise clamp seized his wrist.
Arthur simply exerted force, and suddenly the vagrant felt his arm ache unbearably, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground.