A Simple Plan

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.