"Chase, hurry... He ran that way. The boss said, we must not let him get away, or we'll all be dead."
"Don't worry, he won't get far. He's drugged, and his eyes have been sprinkled with a powder, he can't run far."
The urgent footsteps and angry pursuit were especially clear in the silent, narrow alley.
A young girl in a school uniform, with a backpack and a high ponytail, was waiting under the streetlamp at the entrance of the alley, waiting for her family driver to pick her up and take her home.
Bai Haoxue saw that group of fierce-looking people, some holding knives, others with guns, or iron rods, walking towards her, and she felt quite afraid.
Fortunately, at that moment, her family's driver arrived, and the group spared Bai Haoxue and the driver after glancing at them a few times.
One of them looked at Bai Haoxue and asked, "Little girl, did you just see a young man running past here?"
