Cao Yi habitually touched his lower back.
He didn't bring his gun.
No worries. To deal with ordinary thugs, Cao Yi didn't need to use his hands.
He could cripple someone with just his feet.
He ran towards a certain alley following the sound.
...
The alley was pitch dark, with only the flickering streetlights offering a bit of light.
Two men, grinning wickedly, were tearing at a woman's clothes.
The woman was wearing a business outfit, looking like a white-collar worker working late.
"Mister, I'll give you money, please don't do this, let me go!"
The white-collar woman was clutching her skirt tightly, crying out in panic.
The man's hands didn't behave, and he chuckled:
"What kind of decent woman wanders the streets late at night?
And wearing black stockings, isn't it just to show off to men?"
The white-collar woman tearfully explained that it was just her normal work uniform.
The other man slapped her face with a loud smack.
