Lone Wolf Time Traveler

A slum settlement in such a desolate location didn't have much to tell. As usual, a lot of people are working quite hard to survive. In reality, they regularly take quick routes to becoming heartless people. They are forced by circumstances to struggle with reality and lead terrible lives. If not, natural selection would have surely wiped them off. Kindness is only considered a myth. The good will not receive anything. There, kindness is no longer appreciated. Everyone became egotistical and ambitious as a result. If there were still kind of this people in the town, they must be a very rare type.

Unknown young man was standing on a building's roof. He fixed his sharp gaze on the crowd of people walking down the street. Both during the week and on the weekends, the shopping center is never empty. Imagine this as a one-stop market where everyone may get their necessities. Occasionally, horrifyingly sharp claws like those of wild animals would emerge from the youth's fingertips. The young man, however, did not want anyone to know who he really was. He will therefore put his fingers in his pants pockets whenever his claws start to show. Exactly that is what he is doing right now. He is like a monster from another civilization who resides in the midst of a sea of humanity.

Several other young people were standing behind the young man, looking in what was going on around them. Their gaze briefly turned to the streetside crowd. They observed each individual differently. It appears like they are searching for something, or more specifically, the next victim.

"Reynard, come here. I discovered something useful for you," contacted one of the guy.

Reynard was the name of the young man with the claws. Reynard approached his pal and inquired as to what he had discovered when he called. "Inform me of your finding. I hope you won't let me down this time, "Reynard answered icily.

"Look at it."

Then, both of them turned to face the same side of the road. There, was a man who had just exited off from a luxury car. The man appeared to be dressed in expensive dress. Without any assistance from anyone, he calmly entered the center of the crowd. Reynard's lips moved into a smile. He knew that the man would become an easy target for his mate. Finding wealthy people who will shop at the market unaccompanied by bodyguards is difficult. Certainly, they would send maids to complete this kind of work. However, not with that guy. Reynard would not waste this chance.

"Should we take action right away?" the young man asked.

Reynard answered, "Just be patient for now. We need to confirm that the guy has a sufficient amount of cash on hand. We'll then follow him and do our job after that."

Apparently, Reynard was in charge of that group of young people. They have a street gang appearance. The small group bowed to Reynard's command. To them, His word is an instruction. Before doing anything, they would always consult Reynard. Whether they were knew that Reynard had beast claws on his fingers remained a mystery. Reynard may have earned greater respect because he was the strongest and wisest of the group.

"Take a look there. The man intends to make purchases."

The two of them continued to pay close attention to the rich man. Then, the man reached into his pocket for a wallet to make a purchase. Anyone can see that men's wallets contain a sizable number of bills. Because they were on the building's roof, Reynard and his group had a clear view of everything. Their target position was also not too far from the building they were standing on. Across the street is where the man is. They occasionally also spy on their targets with binoculars. In contrast to his other pals, Reynard could still rely on his excellent vision.

"Alright. That's enough. Let's all gather together for a brief while." For a quick meeting, Reynard called all the kids in his group together. "I don't think I'll say too much because you've done this countless times. You are all aware of your responsibilities. We're going to take the rich man's wallet and disappear without a trace. Don't forget to keep an eye out for the police as well. They already know our position. They seem to recognize our faces. But let's be clear: None of us will get caught, okay? Let's finish things up as usual, nicely."

Reynard inspires his team spirit in this way. Reynard and his gang quickly dispersed in all directions. They are all incredibly skilled acrobats. They only need to jump to travel from one building to another. Without having to go around it, they could figure out a method to get past the barrier. Reynard was now by himself in a little alley. His gaze couldn't leave the target. He wouldn't let the man to flee his watch. Reynard was accustomed to acting as the executor during pickpocketing operations. His companions would try to divert attention away from him while he took a wallet out of its owner's pocket. That's how they work as a solid team.

From a distance, Reynard observed. One by one, his friends could be seen beginning to emerge and blend in with the crowd. They simply don't want to be noticed or cause a stir. The man emerged from the alley and crossed the street as Reynard's friends drew near. The situation with the distraction is about to happen. Two of Reynard's friends suddenly fight each other on the sidewalk. Obviously, this attracted the attention of a lot of people, including the rich man. Everyone had to squeeze in to see Reynard's two buddies play in person due to the dense throng. They appear to be worthy of an Oscar. Reynard skillfully approached the rich man when he was off guard and snatched the wallet without the man recognizing it.

However, a patrol car suddenly passed by on the highway. The patrol car stopped when it noticed the crowd, and two officers got out.

"Damn it!"

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