During this process, Alex gradually discovered that his consciousness wasn't completely controlling this body; he only occupied a very small part like an observer sitting in the passenger seat, while the dominant control still belonged to the residual consciousness of the original owner.
Because the man was always looking around uncontrollably, his eyes darting continuously like roasting peanuts, his gaze never leaving the bulging wallets, unguarded money bags, or the loose pockets of passersby.
Alex noticed his gaze stop on a neatly dressed gentleman, realizing this thief had chosen his next target as greed surged. Then his pace slowed down, pretending to be distracted, hands in pockets, index and middle fingers clamping a small, sharp, cold object.
A thin razor blade.
His hands were extremely skillful, proficient to a terrifying degree.
