Chapter 115

Althon was shocked, rushing over to the trash can. He saw someone grimacing in pain in a pile of garbage. “Isn't this man the stranger I met at the food stall this afternoon? What happened to him?”

Althon scanned the surroundings, hiding behind a wall when he saw several thugs running around brandishing knives, iron pipes, and wooden beams.

“Don't let the thief escape!” shouted a punk running in front. He signaled his subordinates to spread out.

“Those punks are chasing that strange man. What exactly has happened to him and those punks?” Althon approached the trash can, observing the stranger who was still twitching. “His abdomen is wounded badly enough that even the knife is still stuck. What should I do now? Should I help him?”

The stranger looked at someone nearby, muttering a few times before Althon closed the trash can. “Asshole!”

Althon hid behind a pile of wooden boxes as the punks approached. “Those punks are very angry. They said the man was a thief.”

“That guy must be hidin
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