[Crosswalk—Morning]
Chen Dao blinked again, squinting at the wildly flailing girl waving both arms like a possessed inflatable tube man.
"...Who is that crazy kid?" he muttered, shoulders tensing.
Behind him, the other three gang members—Zhang Hu (muscle gorilla), A-Jin (knife enthusiast), and Little Wu (the anxious one)—also stared.
Little Wu whispered, eyes trembling, "Boss… should we run? That child's spirit energy feels… dangerous."
Chen Dao narrowed his eyes.
Because the tiny girl sprinting across the street, waving like a lighthouse signal, SLAMMING into his chest—was wearing a pink sweater, white sneakers, and… pig hair ties.
And she looked up with eyes filled with shining, stupid, blinding joy:
"BROOOOOOO!!!!"
Chen Dao instinctively grabbed her shoulders to stop her before she died under a passing bus. "WOAH—LITTLE GIRL, DO WE KNOW EACH OTHER?! DON'T JUST—"
Lu Zhen grabbed his arm like a lifeline.
"Chen Dao, it's me!"
The three men froze. Their faces blanked.
