"Don't babble just yet." The middle-aged man, an old hand in the world, didn't back the thief up after hearing his words but instead scrutinized Zhang Feng, who was also looking over.
At first glance, he thought Zhang Feng was just some burly old man.
Besides, he didn't really think Zhang Feng looked like a cop or anything.
But just in case, and because he truly didn't want to get into a scuffle that would draw the cops over later.
So, he put on what he considered his most amiable demeanor and said to Zhang Feng, "Sir, is there some misunderstanding here? Or did my brother inadvertently offend you somehow? Let me apologize on his behalf."
He wanted to turn conflict into harmony.
At least on the crowded bus, that's what he had in mind.
Once they got off, they could talk further.
"It's a misunderstanding."
Zhang Feng seeing his accomplice also come over, suddenly stood up amicably, placing a hand on the thief and the middle-aged man.
