Nicholas Thompson couldn't contain his anger and quickly chased after the thieves.
He had spent a lot of money on those things, and there was no way he would let a group of people steal them.
Thinking about the value of the items, Nicholas ran even faster.
Perhaps to avoid pedestrians on the road and because it was rush hour with a lot of traffic, the motorcyclist slowed down and quickly turned into a dead-end alley.
There were two people on the motorcycle. Seeing that they couldn't get away, they abandoned the bike, pulled out machetes, and confronted Nicholas.
"You're pretty quick, kid. I didn't expect you to catch up," said the motorcyclist, taking off his helmet to reveal messy red hair, and casually lighting a cigarette.
"Give me my stuff back," Nicholas held out his hand, "You guys just want money, right? I'll transfer you fifteen thousand dollars."