Chapter 82 Why are you touching my head?
As the man shouted, nearby pedestrians and people waiting for the bus a dozen meters away all turned their heads, their expressions ranging from surprise to curiosity.
A teenager who looked to be sixteen or seventeen had pinned down a grown man in his thirties or forties. It was a bizarre sight.
What's going on?
Ye Fan looked down at the back of the man's head, his eyes emotionless, his voice calm. "Society is so developed now, that anyone can find a job and avoid starving. Why would you choose to become a thief?"
Hearing the word "thief," the man's body stiffened, and he vehemently denied it.
"Are you crazy? You're the thief! Your whole family is thieves! Let me go, or I'll call the police!"
Ye Fan chuckled, his smile innocent. "My greatest strength is my willingness to help others. Do you want to call the police? Sure, I'll help you!"
"..."
The man was instantly silenced, his face slightly changing color. He cursed angrily, "Let go of me first, kid! I've never done anything to you, why are you attacking me?"
"Can't take it, huh? If you have the guts, fight me fair and square, you piece of trash!"