Dine and Dash

Crack!

In a dim alley, a short and thin man dragged a struggling woman. The woman resisted relentlessly.

A slap echoed as the short and thin man fiercely declared, "It's all because of you, my streak of bad luck! If I lose money, blame it on you. Today, I'll sell you off!"

Jian Wushuang squatted at the alley entrance, watching the scene unfold without any intention of intervening. Mainly because he thought that dealing with a woman should be no problem for this short and thin guy.

"No, something's not right!" Jian Wushuang shook his head; his thoughts had taken a twisted turn.

The short and thin man, gripping the woman's hair, dragged her through the snowy path.

As he passed by, Jian Wushuang silently extended the stick in his hand and tripped the short and thin man, sending him face-first into the snow.

"Ouch!" The short and thin man's head hit the ground, and his teeth were knocked out.