"ah!"

A muffled groan came from the man, and Mingyao landed a left hook on his abdomen.

"You bastard, how dare you tie me up!"

Thump—

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and the alleyway fell silent again.

Mingyao gripped the dagger in both hands, staring intently at the man lying motionless on the ground, panting heavily.

The cold moonlight shone on the man's blood-stained face. Mingyao frowned, and after seeing the man's face clearly, she quickly squatted down: "Wei Chuan?!"

As soon as Mingyao touched Wei Chuan, a chill ran through her hand.

She was stunned for a moment, then noticed a glaring red patch on her palm.

Overwhelmed by fear, Mingyao cried out in alarm, "Wei Chuan, are you still conscious?"

Thinking of the punch she had just landed with pepper spray, she swallowed hard, feeling a pang of guilt.

Why did you suddenly cover my mouth?

She shakily pulled out her phone, ready to dial 120.

"don't want."

Wei Chuan's voice trembled, each word seemingly vibrating in the air.

He gripped Mingyao's wrist tightly and said with difficulty, "Don't call 120."

"Could you take me somewhere to rest first?"

He said weakly, "I'm so tired, so sleepy..."

Mingyao was furious: "It's come to this point, and you still haven't gone to the hospital!"

"Wei Chuan, you've gone mad."

Wei Chuan opened his eyes a crack and said hoarsely, "Please."

Left with no other choice, Mingyao had to agree.

As she was about to carry Wei Chuan up, she suddenly thought of something.

"Wait a few minutes while I go buy clothes."