“Stop right there! Give me my purse back…” It was the sound of a pitiful woman’s cry.

“Do you dare to say that again?” A man with a cold voice asked.

When Bobby Cates heard the voices, he quickly made his way through the crowd and walked to the side of the road. He looked in the direction where the sound had come from.

Right then, approximately a dozen meters away, a middle-aged man, who was holding onto a purse, slapped a thin, scrawny, middle-aged lady in the face. Her face was already all