Yang Jing watched the man emerge and shove the pearl hairpin at his accomplice. After exchanging a look, the group immediately scattered in three directions. They moved with swift feet, disappearing into the alleyways in the blink of an eye. Their movements were slick and efficient.
"Heh." A cold sneer curled Yang Jing's lips; he found it almost comical.
'What a novel method. Pretending to be the woman's husband, robbing her in broad daylight, then running off. It saves them the trouble of drawing blades and allows them to get away before anyone can react. Truly "simple and effective."'
'The woman, however, will have to suffer in silence. Not only was she publicly "disciplined," she also lost her jewelry. If the story gets out, no one would likely believe it was a robbery.'
Yang Jing shook his head, having no intention of getting involved.
The world was growing more chaotic by the day. The city was teeming with gangs, each with their own endless array of schemes.
