Qin Zhuzhu looked over her shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut. It was too fast!
Wham!
The masked man grabbed her by the waist and pulled her behind him. The baton whacked the side of his head, cracking the mask slightly.
"Ahhh!" Qin Zhuzhu screamed. The masked man quickly recovered and kicked the attacker in the gut, sending him flying into a wall.
Qin Zhuzhu looked at the ground; it was littered with unconscious bodies.
"Ahhh!" She screamed again, making the masked man stare at her.
"There's blood!" She pointed to the side of his head. She rushed over, tore a piece of her shirt, and used it to dab at his wound.
Then she squinted her eyes and stared at the man. Did he just call her "Little Pearl"?
"Uh, excuse me, did you just call—"
"Let's go," the man interrupted her and started walking in the opposite direction. He casted his gaze downwards, avoiding hers.
"We need to find some medicine first for your wound!" she ran after him.
