Chapter 468: Chapter 465: You Are Just A Stranger


    Nichs Thompson couldn’t contain his anger and quickly chased after the thieves.


    He had spent a lot of money on those things, and there was no way he would let a group of people steal them.


    Thinking about the value of the items, Nichs ran even faster.


    Perhaps to avoid pedestrians on the road and because it was rush hour with a lot of traffic, the motorcyclist slowed down and quickly turned into a dead-end alley.


    There were two people on the motorcycle. Seeing that they couldn’t get away, they abandoned the bike, pulled out machetes, and confronted Nichs.


    “You’re pretty quick, kid. I didn’t expect you to catch up,” said the motorcyclist, taking off his helmet to reveal messy red hair, and casually lighting a cigarette.


    “Give me my stuff back,” Nichs held out his hand, “You guys just want money, right? I’ll transfer you fifteen thousand dors.”


    “Fifteen thousand…” The red-haired man exchanged nces with hispanion, “That’s not a small amount, but it’s not enough for us. Come on, you’re willing to pay fifteen thousand, so what we have must be worth more than that, right?”


    “Fine, one hundred fifty thousand then, I don’t want to waste any more time. Transfer it to this ount,” the red-haired man pulled a bank card from his pocket, “If you’re willing to do it, do it. If not, we’ll fight to the death today!”


    “Big brother, if we transfer the money, won’t we be exposedter…” The raven-haired man beside him whispered, “What if he transfers the money and calls the police…”


    “You think I’m stupid? This kid looks like a college student; I don’t believe his transferring skills are faster than mine,” the red-haired man confidently snapped his fingers at Nichs, who had his cell phone out and was transferring the money. “Hurry up, hurry up! I’m watching.”<div>


    After transferring the money, Nichs showed them the transfer record.


    “It’s transferred.”


    “Good boy, you can transfer one hundred fifty thousand dors effortlessly. You must be a rich kid. We should’ve asked for more earlier,” the red-haired man squinted his eyes and, despite Nichs’s warning re, shook the box in his hand. “Transfer another one hundred fifty thousand.”


    Nichs, furious, picked up a wooden stick by his side and approached them, “Give me the stuff, or I’ll die fighting you!”


    “You-you-you… don’te any closer!” The two men were frightened, brandishing their machetes defensively.


    But it seemed like Nichs had lost his mind in his anger, swinging the stick at them.


    “Stop!” A cold voice halted everyone for a few seconds.


    Molly Walker stood at the street corner, her arms crossed, and gave them a cold look.


    Behind her stood more than ten bodyguards.


    “Drop the knives.”


    “No! There are… so many of you…” the red-haired man stuttered.


    He just wanted to steal something; he never intended to fight.


    Times were tough, and money was hard toe by. He just wanted to take a shortcut, not risk his life doing it.


    “I’ll give him back the stuff, and you let us go, or nobody leaves!” The red-haired man grabbed hispanion’s hand, his voice trembling.


    Facing so many tall, strong bodyguards, the two of them were no match!


    Now they didn’t care about the money; they just wanted to escape with their lives.


    Seeing Molly, Nichs’s gaze became a littleplex.


    He never thought Molly would be there, or rather, that she had never left.


    “Leave the bank card and the box, and I’ll let you go.”<div>


    Soon, Molly cleared a path through the blocked alley.


    The two thieves saw hope and ran for their lives, while Molly’s people didn’t chase after them.


    Because a hundred meters away, a police car was parked. The officers looked somewhat surprised when the thieves ran towards them.


    Without question, the two men were taken into the police car.<div>


    After all this, Molly nced at Nichs and walked away without saying a word.


    Nichs quickly followed her, “Fourth sister… thank you for helping me just now.”


    Molly stopped abruptly, furrowing her eyebrows fiercely, “Nichs Thompson, don’t ever call me Fourth Sister again. I’m not one of you, the Thompson family.”


    Nichs smiled, “We share the same blood. Why wouldn’t you be a part of the Thompson family?”


    “I can’t help who I was born into, but I can decide what I want to do with my life,” Molly said, annoyed with herself for intervening.


    She didn’t like Nichs, nor did she consider him her brother, but she couldn’t just stand by while he was bullied.


    “I would’ve helped anyone in that situation.” Molly waved her wrist, revealing a diamond watch that shone brightly under the light, “This watch was given to me by Third Brother. It’s specially made for the Thompson family. If there’s danger, all I need to do is press a button, and the closest bodyguard wille.”