Murim Recurve

Even though she had chased after the thugs with blinding enthusiasm, her actual speed wasn't anything spectacular. It was inferior when compared to a normal person's walking speed.

First were the high heels she wore, and second, was the uncomfortably tight clothes that bound her body, and third was her weak physique. All of them made her running place a snail's crawl.

The lady in her thirties didn't even cross five metres from the jeep before the constable Damodar caught hold of her hand, whispering to her, "What are you doing?"

"They are the thugs who stole my bag. See, it is still in their hands." A voice automatically resounded from her mouth as Re'Kha focused her attention on other places, intending to think of a method that would help her deal with the situation.

"So what?" Damodar spoke in anger, "You cannot do anything to them. Sit in the car. When the other two return, we can easily nab them. If your shouting alerts them and they were to escape, what will you do? It would be hard to track them through these parts."

"Look," Re'Kha took control of her character as her tone turned a tad polite, motioning with her eyes as she pointed at the shop the two thugs were entering, "If the documents in the bag are taken out and destroyed, everything would be meaningless. And, they are entering a shop that probably knows what to do with those documents. If they obtain it, they could use it for blackmails and threaten the lives of many people."

"Fine, our objective is the bag, right?" Damodar was convinced as he motioned for her to remain seated in the jeep, "Hide in the jeep. I'll try to chase after them."

"Wait," Re'Kha said as she pointed at the path that went around the shop the two thugs planned to enter, "If you circle through that and jump on them, even if they were to escape from your hold, they would still have to run this way. I might be able to do something to them then."

"Fine, just be careful," Damodar said as he stealthily moved through the crowd. There wasn't enough time since the thugs were about to enter the shop. It was a complex, a large building in these parts that at most had two storeys. Moreover, the place within was teeming with people who had a connection to the gangs one way or another.

So, he had to be quick and nab the purse before the situation escalated. Damodar noticed how the two thugs seemed to have found someone familiar as they chatted with him. Judging by their body language and the way they flashed the purse in their hands, he determined they were probably boasting their exploits.

He quickly moved through the crowd and took a narrow path in an effort to circle around the shop and jump upon them from the other side. Re'Kha witnessed everything, realising that her current physique prevented her from doing anything worthwhile.

She was a weak character now, but that didn't mean she was weak in the truest sense. Re'Kha looked around, noticing how many gazes were directed at her. After all, her appearance was flashy, and she was pretty enough, not to mention the tight dress she wore that revealed her curves. It would be odd if heads didn't turn her way.

Re'Kha noticed that most of the shopkeepers could feel something was amiss. So, they didn't call her to buy any of their wares. She kept watch on the position of the two thugs as she looked around for anything valuable to make use of.

Finally, her eyes shined as she found a good target that she could take advantage of. It was a 12-year-old kid that seemed like someone who did odd jobs while having a rebellious nature. He also seemed like an opportunist that wouldn't say no to any money.

Re'Kha watched how the boy peered into the shops from afar in hopes of obtaining some information that would profit him. As Re'Kha observed him, he felt her gaze, turning around to make eye contact.

Re'Kha flashed a gentle smile, beckoning him to come closer with her hand. The boy looked around, wondering if it was someone else who was being called instead of him. He turned his head, seeing that there wasn't anyone around him besides himself.

On realising that a gorgeous, mature lady was calling him, the boy consciously straightened his appearance as he brushed his hands through his hair in an effort to make it look less messy. He then quickly arrived before her, "Do you need something, sister?"

Just when Re'Kha planned to say something, she felt a pleasant feeling bloom within her the moment the boy called her 'sister'. It stemmed from the character. She ignored it and flashed him her watch, "Do you like this watch?"

The boy gazed at it, noticing its pristine state, the metals used in it, and the shine it radiated under the sun. As someone who had mingled among the shops where numerous watches had been sold, he could immediately determine whether something was truly expensive or was a cheap knockoff.

"It's girly, but looks expensive." The boy stated his honest opinion.

"This will be yours if you do a small favour for sister here." Re'Kha smiled, looking at the boy's expression to see that he was interested.

But, a second later, the boy frowned, looking hesitant, "But, I won't hurt anyone."

"Oh, what I want is simple," Re'Kha subtle pointed in the direction of the two thugs, "You see, they stole my purse an hour ago. The one in their hands is my purse. If you snatch it back from them, I'll reward you with this watch. What do you say?"

The boy turned around to look at the two thugs, muttering, "So, it is them. No wonder. They always target office ladies like you, sister."

He then flashed a bright smile, "Consider it done sister. I'll call my friend too so that we can steal it back without problems."