Trying to run, huh? But this is a moving train, where can they possibly go?
Begging for mercy, huh? But prison is inevitable.
The three men rapidly think, their eyeballs darting around in their sockets.
"Officer, this kid stole money!"
It was the bearded leader who spoke, perhaps thinking that desperate times call for desperate measures, resorting to chaos.
However, the police aren't fools; the conductor had already explained very clearly earlier, surveillance showed these three bearded men stealing money.
Seeing the officer didn't believe them, the three men exchanged glances.
In an instant, a cold and sinister look flashed in their eyes.
Suddenly, the bearded leader made a move.
A fist, as big as a bowl, swung directly at the train police.
The officer never expected that even though he was holding a gun, these three thieves would dare to make a move.
By the time he reacted, it was too late.
The bearded man's fist landed squarely on his face.
