"You call for backup just like that? Are you my son? Such nonsense," Song Yun laughed.
"Yo, guys, someone's insulting me here," the man said, and reached out to grab Song Yun, while the vendor looked like he was trying to break up a fight, shouting, "Don't fight, don't fight."
"Tsk, a thief crying 'stop thief'?" Song Yun slapped down, dislocating the person's hand.
"Brothers, he's a martial artist, take out the weapons," someone shouted, pulling out a weapon from under his clothes.
The nearby vendors scattered, fearing they'd get caught up in the chaos.
"Robbing in broad daylight with weapons? Aren't you afraid of the law?" Song Yun shouted, kicking away the machete swung at him, then sprinted a few meters away and took off running.
Everyone was stunned. This young man didn't seem weak, but why did he run without fighting? This wasn't following the script at all.
