One of the shop owners said to her, "Why don't you look in the alley? There are a few shops there. Maybe that person hasn't gone there yet."
Catherine nodded. She was still familiar with Melbourne.
People rarely went into that alley. There were just a few elderly there maintaining their businesses in dilapidated stores.
She had not gone far inside when she saw a man in a black T-shirt surrounded by several hooligans.
"Hey, kid. You're pretty rich. I saw that you bought all the wreaths in this area. You must have a lot of money, eh?" The leader grinned and swung the bat in his hands. "Leave the watch and your wallet behind and we'll let you go."
"This watch was given to me by my dad. It's expensive. I can’t give it to you." The man refused. He had an accent, and his pronunciation was not accurate.
Catherine raised her brows. She could immediately tell by the man's voice that he was very young. Maybe he had just finished college. He must have grown up abroad, so he was not very familiar with English. 1
Maybe his parents were from Melbourne and had not come back for a long time, so he wanted to visit their ancestors’ graves and pay respects, i
He was so young, but he bought all the wreaths available for his deceased elders. He must be hoping that they would live well in the afterlife.
Catherine had a good impression of the young man.
"Haha, do you think you have a choice?" The ruffian snorted. "You stinky brat, hurry up and hand the stuff over. Otherwise, you'll have to crawl to leave.”
"Mugging someone in broad daylight. I think you guys must be crazy.” Catherine went over with a faint smile.
Today, she wore a pair of ripped jeans, a white T-shirt, and a faded denim jacket. A pair of sunglasses hung from the bridge of her nose, making her look like she was in her early 20s at first glance.
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