Sun Quan mumbled to himself, as if he had fallen into a trance, tightly holding Sun Qian and inching his way outward.
Just as he was about to avoid the police at the foot of the mountain and run to the motorbike... a voice suddenly echoed.
"Screech~"
The door of the straw hut behind him opened, and a scruffy, emaciated middle-aged man in his fifties stepped out and froze, watching the scene outside.
Sun Quan turned his head to meet his gaze.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment, for a long time, the middle-aged man's gaze shifted to Sun Qian in Sun Quan's arms and the severed tether.
His face abruptly changed.
"How dare you steal things!?"
With that, the man charged forward with a ferocious expression.
Sun Quan's heart tensed, one hand holding Sun Qian, the other gripping the sickle tightly.
...
...
Meanwhile.
At the foot of Sui Shan.
"Wail—wail—"
"Beep—beep—"
Urgent and loud sounds accompanied by alternating blue and red flashing lights rang out.
