ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES

Chapter 165 Stolen Downies

In the soft glow of the early morning, Kan navigated through the relatively quiet streets.

"Where do I start from now?" Kan lamented as he observed his surroundings.

He ascended the small stairs outside Malie's house, a realization dawned – he wasn't far from the hospital, a landmark in the intricate tapestry of his memory.

"I have to find Lilith and get home quickly. I'm sure Ellie must have looked for me and got tired," Kan murmured, his determination evident as he set forth with purpose.

The streets were adorned with just a few houses, and Kan strategized, "All I need to do is to pass these few houses."

Yet, amidst the rhythmic cadence of his steps, the voice of Hela, the enigmatic entity within him, reverberated.

[So, about the new skill? How did you see it?] Hela asked.

"I mean, not to be ungrateful, it actually came in handy. I'm sure Ralph was knocked out before I passed out, more to that you didn't tell me that the new skill also drains my strength as fast as..." Kan explained himself but was cut short by Hela.

[Who's talking about Ralph here? I'm referring to Malie. I mean you saw everything but did nothing! Who does that?] Hela replied, disappointment was evident in her voice.

"She's still a stranger; I don't really know who she is. It's not every time a man rushes; sometimes you take things slow."

As if to punctuate the discussion, an old man accidentally bumped into Kan.

"Sorry mate," the old man said, he was wearing a large hat and checkered shirt with a black trouser.

"Not a problem," Kan replied as he turned to where he was walking to initially and resumed his journey.

[I'd check my belongings if I were you] Hela's suggestion to check his belongings prompted Kan to quickly bury his hand in his pocket only to discover the torn pockets and the absence of some of the packaged Downies.

"What the fuck??"

"I can't let him go with all of that, I can accept to share that with him but he can't take all," Kan said as he turned and started following the old man.

Determined to reclaim what was rightfully his, Kan quickened his pace, intending to confront the old man and perhaps share some Downies, given his gnawing hunger.

Navigating a sharp turn, he witnessed the old man bumping into another person, this time dropping a coin. Kan, perturbed by the unfolding scene, approached the fallen coin, musing, "So this man also steals money? He has to stop."

"Hey, can you please give me back the downies you took from my pocket? I can accept a share but not a complete thievery!"

Confronting the old man, Kan voiced his disapproval of thievery and stopped the old man by the shoulder, only to be met with an unexpected transformation.

The frail old man pushed Kan's hands away and bolted away. As he sped off, the large hat fell off, revealing a young and able-bodied youth.

Infuriated, Kan called for help, "Hey, stop him! He's a thief!" as he embarked on a chase through the streets, determination etched on his face and the cityscape around him transforming into a chaotic backdrop.

In the crisp morning air, Kan's determination ignited a fervent passion within him as he pursued the young imposter through the narrow maze of small houses. His steps, propelled by an unyielding resolve, echoed through the quiet streets as he weaved between structures with unwavering focus.

"Hey!" He shouted.

The clatter of footsteps resonated in harmony with the rhythm of his racing heart, each beat a testament to Kan's relentless pursuit.

The determination etched across his face painted a portrait of undeterred passion, fueled by the injustice of theft and the yearning to reclaim what was rightfully his, the Downies.

The young guy, now revealed as a swift and agile fugitive, maneuvered through the labyrinth of alleys, attempting to evade Kan's determined grasp.

Kan, undeterred by the twists and turns, mirrored every move with a tenacity that seemed to defy the constraints of physical exhaustion.

The small houses, witnesses to the unfolding chase, stood silent witnesses to Kan's unwavering pursuit. The cityscape, a blur in the backdrop, heightened the intensity of the pursuit as Kan poured every ounce of passion into closing the gap.

With each stride, determination resonated in the echo of his footsteps, a symphony of pursuit and resolve.

The scene unfolded with intensity, as Kan, fueled by a passion to rectify the wrong, raced through the alleys, leaving a trail of determination in his wake.

Despite the palpable urgency of Kan's chase through the narrow alleys between the small houses, the onlookers remained bystanders, indifferent to the unfolding drama.

The lack of assistance from the bystanders only fueled Kan's resolve further. His passion burned brighter, not dampened by the absence of external support.

"I'm guessing the folks down here don't chase thieves,"

"Well good enough, I'm not from here!" Kan added, still pursuing the thief.

After a breathless pursuit, Kan's determination reached its zenith. Without a moment's hesitation, he seized the imposter by the neck, forcefully pushing him to the ground and pinning him with an unyielding grip.

Panting heavily, Kan had little patience for words; instead, he swiftly delved into the guy's pocket, retrieving the pilfered Downies.

Without uttering a single word, he released his captive and walked away, his disappointment palpable in the air.

The disheartened Kan, disillusioned by the lack of assistance from the bystanders, retraced his steps towards where he came from.

The place seemed to close in around him, the streets echoing with a solemn silence that mirrored his own muted frustration.

As he walked, a subtle awareness tinged with suspicion crept into Kan's consciousness. A figure trailed him from a distance, synchronizing every turn he took.

Turning abruptly, Kan's eyes met those of a mysterious person adorned with a mask that concealed every aspect of their identity except for the intense gaze that peered out.

"Who the hell is this?" Kan demanded, his incredulity echoing in the quiet street as he continued to walk away, the masked figure maintaining a discreet distance.