Song Nuan squinted her eyes instantly, and when she opened them again, she saw the youth holding a large knife.
The blade looked extremely sharp.
The dim streetlights reflected off Song Nuan's eyes.
"Try kicking it? I'll hack you to pieces!" The youth's voice was vicious and fierce.
Song Nuan froze instantly, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful and easy to bully.
Thinking she really couldn't escape, her tears poured down even more.
"Help!" Song Nuan cried out loud.
"Scream for help all you want, no one's going to save you in the middle of the night! Ah—" Suddenly, the youth screamed in pain.
"Damn!" He covered his head and looked up, his head buzzing from being hit by something falling from the sky.
On the wall, a man sat there, looking down at the four or five youths below.
"Who the hell are you? Get down here!" The youth shouted angrily, getting sneak-attacked really sucks.
