Under the faint light of the neon lights on the surrounding tall buildings, Lu Haiqiao could see the young woman clearly.
Her face was pretty, but she was in a sorry state.
The shoulder of her short-sleeved shirt was torn.
The men chasing after the woman suddenly stopped in their tracks.
Lu Haiqiao glanced at the group of people. Then, she grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her behind her.
The men were all dressed in tight singlets and loose jeans. Their thick arms that were exposed had all kinds of tattoos on them.
From the looks of it, they were some sort of gangsters.
"Oh my, there's another girl." At this moment, the leader with a buzz cut took a step forward. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the scarlet flames flickered in the dark path. "Hey, hey, hey, brothers, she's even a beauty!"
As soon as he finished speaking, wretched laughter rang out.