The girl, thinking victory was within her grasp, gave a cold smile and triumphantly sniffed at the thief, "Hmph, now, what else do you have to say?"
"Evidence! I want evidence. What evidence do you have to prove that I stole it?" The bald thief sneered coldly with a grim face.
The girl pointed at the bald man's pocket, "The evidence is right here. Although I didn't catch your hand in the act, I can be sure—I saw with my own eyes you stole this lady's wallet and then put that wallet into your own clothes pocket!"
The bald man, confident, shook his head, then said darkly, "Alright, since you say so, I'll let you search me. But if you don't find that wallet, what then?"
The girl snorted confidently, "If I can't find it, you can do whatever you want!"
As she spoke, the girl reached into the man's inner pocket, rummaged around, and then pulled out a black wallet.
"Isn't this my own wallet?" The bald man glared at the wallet, angry.
