Chapter 1 The Lady Whose Bag Has Been Robbed


    Peter Wang felt sad and dejected as he walked out of the Human Resources office.


    He found it so difficult to ept the result. From where he came, he was feared by all the gangs.


    They even called him "Mighty Soldier King". Here in the city, he couldn''t even find a decent job because


    hecked a college degree. Suddenly, his phone rang. Peter noticed and picked it up immediately


    . "Peter," said the voice from the other line. It was his girlfriend.?


    "It''s over. I''m breaking up with you."


    "You''ve been gone for so long. I need a boyfriend, not a phone pal."


    "Darling, please—" Peter tried to get her back.


    "I know I''ve been gone, but I''m back now. I''ll always be with you now."


    "Oh yeah? Well, what can you give me?"


    "A dishwasher working abroad earns much more money than you."


    "What exactly can you give me, huh?" she challenged,


    "Do you even have savings after working all these years? Have you found a single stable job since you


    got back? Will you be able to give me the things I want?"


    "I can, I promise! I''ll buy you the biggest house you will ever want! Darling, I''m really sorry I''ve been


    gone. I''m sorry that we''re struggling.


    I''m having a hard time finding a job in the city, but it will be better soon, I promise. Things will get better,


    and when they do—"


    "And how would you do that?", the girl interrupted.


    "How are things going to get better, Peter? Will you ever get to buy me a BMW car? Will you ever get


    to buy me a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo shoes? Chanel suits? Ha! You can''t even afford to buy


    me a-hundred-square-meter house, for Christ''s sake." Peter was silent. She sighed.


    "You don''t need to say anything, Peter. I''m tired. I can''t deal with this anymore. Goodbye, Peter," she


    said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice from


    the static of his old Nokia, her message was clear as day.


    "AHHHH! Help! Somebody, help! Thief, thief! That thief stole my bag!"


    Peter heard someone scream from the other end of the street. Ady in uniform was screaming in


    panic and desperation, running as fast as her high-heeled shoes would take her. A man with dark


    sunsses holding a Louis Vuitton handbag was fleeing from the scene towards a motorcycle.


    "Go away! Right now!"


    He shouted to the onlookers as he jumped onto his vehicle. As soon as he did, he crunched his brow,


    turned the handles and elerated. In shock, every person on the sidewalk squeezed themselves up


    to the wall as the motorcycle zoomed past them. Nobody dared block its way. It''s risky to be involved in


    robberies nowadays. Nobody wants to get hurt. Thedy in a suit watched the motorcycle drive away,


    helplessly.


    The sight infuriated Peter. As the motorcycle approached, he nted his feet firmly on the ground,


    pulled his left leg back, and with all his might, flung it into the raging vehicle in a strong forceful kick as


    soon as it passed in front of him.


    The kick took the man by surprise. He couldn''t believe what happened! His motorcycle tumbled sharply


    and it went spinning on the pavement. The impact threw him to the further end of the road and forced


    him to drop the stolen bag to the ground. "Ahhhhh!" The pedestrians held their hands to their mouths


    as they screamed. Peter, indifferent to themotion, walked to the side of the man, calmly picked up


    the bag, and handed it to thedy.


    "Here''s your bag, ma''am."


    "Th-thank you." Thedy managed to say when she realized that he was talking to her. She was still


    stunned from the events that just happened. Peter inspected thedy for half a second before diverting


    his gaze.


    "Not at all, it''s my pleasure." Peter turned to leave. Thedy looked like a corporate professional. He


    imagined her in her air-conditioned office and exquisite jewelry. ''Wee from two different worlds, ''


    he thought. ''It''s useless to think about her.'' "Wait a second!" Peter felt a hand grasp his elbow from


    behind.


    "I''m ine Dai. What''s your name? I… just want to thank you for your help," she continued.


    "Can we have lunch together?" She looked at him as she awaited his response. Peter is at his mid-


    20''s, standing 180 cm tall. His face has well-defined angles on his forehead, cheeks, and jawline. He''s


    not the type that you would notice in a crowd, but he''s not bad-looking either.


    "You''re wee, really. It''s no trouble at all. You don''t need to take me out for lunch. Thanks for the


    offer, though. I have to go."


    Peter pulled his hand away gently as he refused her invitation. He was still thinking about his very


    recent breakup. Less than an hour ago, the love of his life walked away from him. Apart from that, he''s


    broke and unemployed.


    It was such a bad time to ept a lunch invite. ine stood perplexed at his immediate refusal. For


    most people, ine is a sight to behold. She had light skin and brown hair that emphasized her bright


    almond eyes. She had men falling at her feet and any of them would have epted her lunch invite in


    a heartbeat.


    But Peter, he just refused her without hesitation.


    ''Have I lost my charm?'' she thought sadly. ''He didn''t even tell me his name, '' she realized. Peter was


    about to walk away when he heard a voice from behind him.


    "Stop!" It was the man from the motorcycle! He pushed himself up and turned to Peter, holding a sharp,


    silver de. He didn''t have serious injuries despite his fall. Like a rabid beast, he shot Peter a deadly


    stare.


    ''This should have been an easy robbery if he didn''t get in the way, '' the man thought. ''It''s time to give


    him a lesson.''


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    "Are you talking to me?" Peter turned to the man, unthreatened.


    Peter hesitated because the man was badly injured. He stood in disbelief at the challenge thrown at


    him.


    "What are you nning to do?" asked Peter


    "STOP!" ine cried.


    "STOP OR I''LL CALL THE POLICE!" ine rushed in front of Peter, holding up her phone.


    "Call the police?" the motorcycle driver asked manically.


    "Fuck the police! You''ll both be dead by the time they get here!"


    The man started running towards ine, the sun shining brightly against his knife.


    The people in the street stood frozen in the background. ine turned pale. She trembled. She didn''t


    know what to do!


    Growing upfortably in the city, she thought these things could only happen in the movies! Peter


    gasped. ''What the hell? This man must be crazy if he could stab someone in broad daylight! It seems


    he hasn''t learned his lesson!''


    The man was about to stab ine. But Peter reacted faster.