"Hold it right there, you son of a—hold it!" The blonde punk whipped out a pistol, fired a signal flare, and together with his accomplices hidden in the crowd, started sprinting towards Qin Qianbai.
"Stop! Who dropped this durian?!" At the same time, Cao Hong, reeking from head to toe, charged out from the buffet area. His body covered in stinky tofu and fermented herring, he stood under the blazing sun with an intensity so strong that it triggered an overwhelming chorus of gasps.
Qin Qianbai, dragging Kardesia, made it to the entrance of the teaching building. To the left, a group of menacing figures in black was approaching; to the right, the superhuman weapons of the Mutual Assistance Association were charging with a terrifying momentum. In that instant, confusion surged in his heart: "This..."
Kardesia spoke earnestly, "If I were you, I would fight the punks. Getting blood on a girl is no big deal, but getting tangled with that thing over there spells real disaster."
