"You stop. You bastard, you want to run like this?"
She was wearing high heels, so naturally she couldn't run fast. Thinking of the man bumping into her and pushing her again, she became furious. Seeing that she couldn't catch up, she threw the bag in her hand at the man.
The bag was thrown on the ground, but the man still ran away, Zuo Pan was so angry, her hand hurt, and she felt dizzy, she staggered to her bag and squatted down.
"Bitch man, bitch man."
Why are all these men so cheap. Not at all graceful. Picking up the bag, she held it in her arms, and was about to stand up and leave, when suddenly several pairs of feet appeared in front of her eyes.
"Stop moving, you're under arrest."
Zuo Panyan's mind was momentarily hazy, and when he raised his head, he saw four or five guns pointing at him.
Shaking her head, she stood up unconsciously, pointed at one of the gun barrels and suddenly smiled: "Are you guys making a movie?"
After finishing speaking, he did not forget to touch the muzzle of the gun a few times: "Wow, it's so realistic. Can you lend me to play?"
"Don't move." The voice was extremely serious. Zuo Panyan suddenly smiled, and stretched out his hand to snatch the gun from that person: "Don't be so stingy. Play with me. Come—"
Before she could finish the rest of her words, someone turned her hands behind her back with great force, followed by two clicks, her hands were held back behind her, and she couldn't move.
"Hey, hello." Zuo Panjing realized something was wrong at this moment: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"Don't move." The man's voice was cold, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at her heart, as if a hole could be made in her body in the next second.
Zuo Panyan's wine sobered up. Looking at the battle in front of him, he screamed without thinking.
"ah-"
Her decibels are extremely high, and she wanted to learn bel canto before. Such a sharp cry startled those around him.
"Shut up." The man just couldn't take it anymore, pointed the muzzle of the gun on her chest upwards, facing her head: "Stop screaming, if you scream again, I will kill you."
"Help me. Kill me, help me, kill me—" Zuo Panjing not only didn't stop, but even yelled louder.
"Shut up. I'll tell you to shut up." The man was about to hit Zuo Panjing on the head with a gun, but Zuo Panjing got scared and screamed louder and harder.
"Ah - help, help. Someone is going to kill someone. Someone is going to kill someone—" Zuo Panjing yelled louder and louder. The man had no choice but to stretch out his hand to gag her mouth.
"What's going on here?" A voice sounded abruptly, successfully stopping the man's movements.
Zuo Panyan calmed down, drinking and screaming made her throat a little sore, but she didn't care, she looked at the people coming, in the dark alley. A tall figure could be seen standing there.
The light behind him lengthened his shadow, making him look enormously tall. Standing in the shadows, he couldn't really see his expression, but Zuo Panyan could feel that the people around him seemed a little afraid of that person.
Because the man with the gun stopped his obvious movements and dodged his eyes a little.
Be afraid, just be afraid. Zuo Panyan began to wriggle his hands desperately, which he couldn't get rid of, and kept struggling to look at the person coming.
"Help, sir. These people are going to kill people, you should call the police quickly and arrest these people—"
The visitor was silent, standing there without moving, but the momentum exuding from his body successfully made Zuo Panyan stop struggling and shouting. The people around him stood upright and looked at that person.
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