Ronald stood by the car, staring blankly at everything, until Chen Zhou finished rummaging through the pockets of the gang members. Only then did Ronald snap out of it and climb into the car with Chen Zhou.
As for the scantily dressed red-haired girl, she didn't run away scared by what had happened—she simply stepped out of the car, waiting quietly for things to wrap up.
Perhaps those four guys lying on the ground, with broken arms or legs, were waiting for her to call a doctor and get them to a hospital.
...
Sitting in the driver's seat, Chen Zhou loosened the buttons on his jacket, gripping the steering wheel.
Ronald sat beside him, staring at this mysterious drifter, at a loss for words—
From the drifter's build, you could tell he must have some fighting skills.
But he never expected the drifter to be this formidable—one against four, ending the fight in a blink, the whole thing a one-sided slaughter.
How could someone like that end up on the streets for no reason?
