Chapter 85: Curious Object of Fire Theft
Lance reined in his thoughts, deliberately lowering his voice and putting on a fierce expression:
“If I run into you again next time, you’re dead.”
After saying that, he bent down and picked up the money pouch from the ground.
He weighed it in his hand, listening to the crisp clinking of silver coins inside, nodded in satisfaction, and casually tucked it into his chest.
Then.
Lance didn’t even spare the man on the ground another glance. He turned and left, his movements clean and decisive.
Watching that figure quickly disappear at the alley’s exit, the tracker lying on the ground was completely dumbfounded.
That’s it… he just left?
The other party had actually believed his claim of being just an ordinary petty thief?