"Hands on your heads! Whoever dares to move, I'll shoot! Hurry!"
"You! Hurry up!"
Xu Qiaoqiao: ...Fuck!
Why does she always encounter such bad luck?
The crowd had already descended into chaos. Everyone had their hands on their heads, squatting on the ground.
Xu Qiaoqiao also had her hands behind her head and squatted, turning to see Qi Liu quickly stuffing money into a bag, zipping the bag up and then sliding into the crowd.
While sliding away, he looked back at her and mouthed hurriedly, 'Come over here!'
He was right.
Those who were in the middle of transactions were in more jeopardy, those queuing without doing any transaction obviously had no money in their bags.
Xu Qiaoqiao took a deep breath, intending to move but was already too late.
The robber, with his masked face and gun, holding a sack, rushed to the counter, shouting, "Nobody moves!"
Xu Qiaoqiao, who had just stood up to run, could only squat in place.
