My name is Alexander

"Put down those beetles, they belong to us!" Three humans menacingly surrounded Alexander, and the leader, a middle-aged man of significant power, spoke coldly.

"Robbery?" Alexander raised an eyebrow. Had he stumbled upon like-minded individuals?

"How dare you speak like that! You're the thief, and you have the audacity to accuse us!" A woman spoke harshly to Alexander, her face twisted in disgust.

"These beetles are what I found. Why do you act as though they're yours? Do you own this street or something?" Alexander sensed that something was off, clearly there was something he didn't understand.