The thief ducked into a narrow alley, and Chen Yan followed.
The thief entered a pharmacy to buy something, and Chen Yan waited outside.
More than half an hour later, Chen Yan followed the thief to a very rundown neighborhood, watching as the thief walked into a dilapidated house.
Outside, Chen Yan focused his Qi Observation, and once he confirmed that there was only the thief's presence in the house, he nodded in satisfaction.
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Bam!
As Chen Yan kicked open the door, the thief was lying on a hole-filled, battered sofa, holding a lit pipe in his hand, but he hadn't yet taken a drag. He looked up dazedly at Chen Yan, who had broken in.
Chen Yan smiled at the thief.
A second later, the thief realized what was happening, cursed with an "F" word, and reached beside the sofa, clearly aiming for a gun.
But Chen Yan flashed forward, grabbing the thief's hand that was reaching for the gun, and applied a light force to his wrist with his fingers.
