Maybe he'd used a bit too much force, because the big man's whole body pitched downward and in the end he just dropped straight to his knees on the ground.
"What are you doing!" The big man kneeling on the ground screamed in pain while still trying to bark at him, tough on the outside and weak inside.
"Ah… that's my wallet!" The old lady had backed away with the crowd for a few seconds, then recognized that the wallet in the man's hand was her own. She immediately ran back over, shouting, and snatched her wallet back in one grab.
Now, without anyone explaining, everyone understood: this guy was a pickpocket.
Duan Xi still had the pickpocket's hand twisted and didn't let go, his gaze icy cold: "The phone."
Once the pickpocket was forced to his knees, he finally saw Duan Xi clearly. Those cold green eyes gave him a jolt; saying he wasn't scared would be a lie, but he quickly steadied himself.
