The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

Facing the threat of the other party wielding a knife, Fang Hao pretended to be subdued.

Then, when the other party let their guard down, he swiftly moved to subdue them.

In an instant, he flashed to the side of the assailant, and before the assailant could react, he aimed at their wrist and slapped it hard.

Crack.

There was only a slight cracking sound.

He used all his strength in that hit, knowing Fang Hao's power was immense, like having the force of a thousand catties behind that slap.

The assailant's wrist was immediately dislocated by Fang Hao's strike, and it might even have been fractured.

"You had a knife, why should I be polite?" Fang Hao wasn't going to hold back.

High martial arts skills are still no match for a kitchen knife.

There were always news stories about an experienced martial artist killed by an ordinary person with a knife.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

Without your weapon, you're no threat at all.

He quickly dealt with the person who was trying to steal the phone, the strike just now almost knocked him out from pain.

The man never expected Fang Hao to be trained.

That slap to his wrist felt like being struck by a heavy iron rod.

A stabbing pain radiated from his wrist.

He screamed in pain.

Fang Hao ignored him, using his own phone to call the police first, then retrieved the stolen phone.

He returned it to the girl who had just caught up.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

The girl gratefully thanked Fang Hao.

"No worries," Fang Hao replied nonchalantly.

"Is he... okay?"

The girl looked at the man who had just tried to steal her phone, still screaming, and suddenly felt a little sympathy.

"It's nothing major, just a broken hand."

"..."

A broken hand, and that's called 'nothing major'...

"Should we call an ambulance for him?"

"That works, you make the call."

The girl, still tender-hearted, then used her phone to call for an ambulance and explained the situation.

Now it was just a waiting game.

During the wait, the girl curiously looked at the boy in front of her, sizing him up, seemingly very interested in this unique boy.

"Hi, my name is Xiaoqiao, what's yours?"

"Fang Hao."

Fang Hao responded.

"Mr. Fang Hao, thank you for your help today. If it weren't for you, my phone might have been stolen."

"No worries, I think anyone would have intervened in this situation," Fang Hao remained calm.

He wasn't swayed by the girl's beauty.

To him, whether the girl was pretty or not made no difference.

He intervened only because he happened to be passing by and couldn't stand by when seeing injustice.

Even if it were someone else, he would have done the same.

It wasn't because the victim was a pretty girl that he wanted to show off.

Xiaoqiao, clearly more intrigued by Fang Hao's attitude, asked, "Could I get your contact information?"

"That way I can thank you properly, maybe by inviting you for a meal or something."

"That's really not necessary."

Fang Hao felt it was just a small deed he did without much thought.

"Although the phone isn't worth much, it contains some work data from my company, and losing it would be troublesome."

"I'd feel really guilty if I didn't thank you properly."

The girl's eyes carried a pleading, almost pitiable look that was hard for anyone who saw it to ignore.

"Well, alright then..."

Fang Hao had no choice.

And so, the two exchanged contact information.

About that time,

the police arrived at the scene.

They were incredibly quick; it had only been about five minutes since the call was made.

After the police arrived, Fang Hao described the incident to them.

There were witnesses, and physical evidence, all present at the scene.

It was all quite straightforward.

"This..."

When the police saw the man with the broken hand...

Initially, they wanted to handcuff both his hands, but now they could only cuff one for the time being.

They were surprised how someone could break a hand like that.

It didn't seem like there were any sticks or similar objects at the scene.

"Ah... officer, I want to sue him, I want to sue him for intentional injury!"

The man who tried to steal the phone shouted in pain.

"Be quiet," the police didn't pamper him.

Then they turned to Fang Hao.

"Both of you, please come with me to the station to make a statement."

Fang Hao and Xiaoqiao nodded.

As for the phone thief, he still needed to be taken to the hospital to check his injuries.

When the ambulance arrived, two officers took the phone thief to the hospital.

Then another officer who came later took Fang Hao and the others to the police station to make their statements.

Upon seeing Fang Hao, the new officer seemed to recognize him.

"Mr. Fang, may I take a photo with you?"

"Sure."

Although surprised, Fang Hao agreed.

"I really enjoy watching your live streams. I watch them whenever I have some free time."

"Thank you."

The girl took a photo of them.

"Could I take a photo too?"

Seizing the moment, Xiaoqiao also asked Fang Hao.

"Sure."

Fang Hao couldn't really refuse, having just agreed to a photo with the police officer; it wouldn't be nice to deny her.