The thief saw that she was about to catch up and panicked, turning around to kick her, the kick landing directly on Scarlett Yates' chest.
This kick was ruthless. The thief intended to knock her down so she wouldn't be able to get back up, and as the kick landed, Scarlett's face immediately turned pale, and she fell heavily to the ground.
The thief quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.
Cold sweat broke out on Scarlett Yates' forehead, she was in so much pain she couldn't speak a complete sentence.
"Stupid woman." A cold voice came from above.
Scarlett Yates endured the pain to lift her head. In her blurred vision, a tall, slender figure flickered before her eyes, and suddenly her body felt light as it was picked up by the shadow.
A warm and familiar embrace...
Scarlett Yates suddenly felt an urge to cry.
She didn't know what to say, sniffed, and choked out, "Bag, my bag..."
Her face was already pale as it was, yet she still cared about her broken bag.
