"It's you who's asking for it." Qin Shaojin's voice turned cold as he looked back at Wen Nuan.
"Follow me off the bus."
Wen Nuan responded with an "oh," squeezed past, and followed Qin Shaojin to get off the bus.
Qin Shaojin dragged the man off the bus, tossed him aside, rolled up his pretty long sleeves, "Hand it over yourself."
"What are you talking about? Are you crazy?" The man feigned ignorance and was about to leave.
Qin Shaojin chuckled, "Wallet, phone."
The next second, he grabbed the man's arm.
The man turned to look at Qin Shaojin, feeling the strong grip, recalling how this man had lifted him earlier, he seemed formidable, feeling a bit panicked, he fished out a knife from his sleeve, and angrily said to Qin Shaojin, "If you can't find it on me, do you believe I won't stab you both to death!"
"That depends if you've got the skill."
As soon as these words were uttered, there was a "crack" and the man's elbow twisted to one side.
