A tall blond man was surrounded by three other large, scruffy-looking men.

The blond man's face looked tense. It was clear from the way the men surrounded him that the three of them did not mean well.

"What do you want?" Asked the blond man in English.

The three thugs who surrounded him exchanged glances. They understood little of what their potential victims were asking.

"He doesn't look like a European or American." The stocky man said in his native language to his friends.

"Definitely not. He's still Asian." His tall, bulky, mustachioed colleague replied.

"But he's asking in English!" Replied his friend, who had dull eyes like he was malnourished.

The short, stocky thug glared angrily at his friends.

"Do you think Asians can't speak English at all? It's just you shrimp brains." He replied irritably.

"Money! My all money! Take it and leave me!" The blond man pulled out his wallet.

The three men who surrounded him exchanged glances.

"He's a tourist! This is our best chance. Just take everything. Don't leave any identification, or he'll report us to the police." The tall man whispered.

The stocky man nodded. Seeing his prey looking scared and resigned, he felt excited. The stocky man immediately grabbed his prey's wallet and took out all the contents.

"You might as well search his bag! See what could be money!" The stocky one ordered the wide-eyed man to grab the backpack carried by the blond man they called a tourist.

"Hey! What are you guys doing?" The blond man tried to hold on to the bag he was carrying.

But even though he fought back, the situation was still unbalanced. The blond man was just trying to dodge and hold on to his backpack.

There was a tug-of-war between the man who wanted to rob him and the blond man who was his victim.

"You can have my money, but not my bag." The blonde man desperately tried to defend his possession in a panic.

The backpack he carried around contained important documents, passports, visas, cameras and some of his personal belongings. The man regretted separating himself from his group.

At first, the blond man just wanted to spend his time walking around, enjoying the solitude, traveling to other countries and enjoying a nice vacation trip, like any normal person. A very rare thing, for people who are very busy with work like him.

Unfortunately, the blond man forgot his way back to the hotel where his group was staying. His cell phone had also run out of power. When he remembered the name of the hotel, he took the wrong online taxi, and was arrested by a group of robbers disguised as taxi drivers.

Now, the robbers were watching him like a hungry wolf about to devour his dinner. She could neither escape nor evade, as the robbers took her to an area that was a bit far from the residential areas.

Under these circumstances, he would have given up all his money to save his life, but not his backpack.

"Just finish it! After all, he's just a foreign tourist. No one will recognize him here." Whispered the most burly robber.

"If we leave it at that, he can report to the police. It's better to be safe." They supported each other.

Seeing such bad signs, the blond-haired man tried to fight back and escape. He held the hands of the robber who was about to snatch his backpack. The annoyed robber punched him in the stomach.

The pain made the stranger grimace. However, it seems that he is not a person who gives up easily. The blond-haired man now countered the robber's punch with a straight kick that instantly knocked out his attacker.

"Damn it! He's fighting back. Still got some nerve!" The stocky, wide-eyed man became angry when he saw his friend down.

He also attacked the foreigner who was a tourist in his country. A fistfight was no longer inevitable.

At first, the foreigner was able to fight back and defend himself.

However, he was backed into a corner as the three robbers beat and ganged up on him. Punch after punch all over his body caused him pain. Not to mention the kicks to other parts of his body. His entire body felt crushed.

"How dare you challenge me!" One of the robbers hit him on the back of the neck with a blunt object.

The blond-haired, honey-skinned stranger lay helpless.

"Hurry up and escape!" The stocky one immediately ordered his men.

"Boss! Are you going to leave him here? What if someone finds him?" Asked his men.

"How could anyone? You idiot! Leave him alone! No one will care about him. Hurry up and leave!" The stocky one ordered again in an impatient tone.

The two men complied. They got into the car that had been used as an online taxi to snare the victim, then fled the scene. Their car sped off, leaving behind a figure lying helplessly.

The man was unconscious from a blunt force blow. He was left without any identification. The robbers took everything.

An hour later, the man regained consciousness. It was getting late, and the drizzle was making his face and clothes wet. The blond man squinted his eyes, trying to observe his surroundings.

"Oh my God! I thought I was dead." He thought with a sigh.

Despite feeling pain all over his body, the man tried to get up and force himself to take a step.

His blood rippled with pain and soreness in the parts of his body that had been hit the most.

"What bad luck! I meant to take a vacation, but instead I got lost in a foreign country. Where am I supposed to go and ask for help?" The blond-haired man continued to drag his steps.

In the distance, he saw a brightly lit building. His hopes began to rise, maybe once he got there, he could ask for help.

With a shuffle, the blond-haired man and foreign tourist stepped his feet, approaching the building which turned out to be a convenience store.

Vaguely, he saw someone coming out of the minimarket to get on a motorcycle parked there.

The blond-haired man tried to quicken his pace. However, his body throbbed with pain. His head also hurt.

"Please don't go! Help me!" He pleaded silently as his hands tried to reach out.

The woman who had been shopping and was hanging her shopping bag on the hook of her motorcycle was shocked, when suddenly someone grabbed her by the sleeve, and she fell to the ground.

Before she could scream, the blond-haired man said in a weak hoarse voice.

"Help me!" he said with a pleading look. The blond-haired man fell back down.

The woman, who still hadn't lost her shock, was confused by the stranger who suddenly fainted in front of her.

"Mister! Hey, Mister!" The woman tried to revive the stranger by patting his shoulder.

"By any chance, is he dead? Ohh no!" The woman panicked a bit, then put her ear to the stranger's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Still not convinced, the woman felt under the neck, feeling for a pulse. Then her fingers were brought close to the nose of the unconscious stranger.

"Still alive! Thank goodness!" The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, what should I do?" The woman was confused.