When he crawled over Lei Hu's corpse, his entire body was stained crimson. Lying on the ground, he resembled a Blood Corpse. As Gao Zhiming advanced, the others retreated. By the time he reached the snakeskin bag containing Anna, the group had already backed up to the stairwell.
Lying on the ground, Gao Zhiming once again shielded Anna with his body. He pointed the small knife in his hand at the others, his hoarse voice echoing slowly in the quiet space. "Who dares touch her!"
A dozen leaderless adults found themselves intimidated by the sheer presence of a nine-year-old boy.
Gao Zhiming's vision was starting to blur. He felt his head growing groggy, an overwhelming sleepiness washing over him. But he couldn't fall asleep. If he slept, no one would be left to protect his sister.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of gentle hands lift him from behind, letting him lean against a soft, fragrant body. Gao Zhiming recognized that scent. It was his sister's scent. She was awake.
