Next morning the crew buzzed around, preparing the set, but the cameras weren't ready yet.
Xia Lihua decided to head ahead toward the shooting area alone because Wang Nuozhi was taking a lot of time to get ready.
The path was quiet. A little too quiet.
She took two steps—
And shadows burst out of the bushes.
Xia Lihua paused on her track. 'What the...?'
A rough voice barked,"Get her!"
Four men rushed out first, masks covering their faces.
Then three more appeared behind them.
Then another group, spreading like a net around her.
Eight… nine… ten.
They were multiplying by the second.
And some of them were carrying guns in their hands.
Others were carrying metal rods and knives.
The men didn't care about hiding their intent.
She glanced around.
If there were cameras, she would've held back.
She would've hidden her skills.
She would've pretended to be a normal girl.
But there were no cameras and crew in sight.
Good.
She didn't need to hold back.
