The night was as dark as ink.
When Rong Shang heard the noise and chased after him, she saw a man wearing a black hoodie and a hat holding a sharp dagger and stabbing a middle-aged man in his early forties in front of him repeatedly in the pitch-black alley.
Bright red blood was spilled all over the ground.
The man was begging for mercy, but the person in front of him didn't react at all.
Her appearance, however, rekindled the middle-aged man's hope.
He opened his eyes wide and reached out his hand to her for help.
"Help, help me!"
In the darkness, Rong Shang and the middle-aged man stared at each other.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
This kind of timing is undoubtedly the most fatal for him.
"Help, help me call the police." He couldn't help but shout those words, his voice so weak it was almost unbearable.
The man who had attacked people with a knife finally reacted.
He kicked it.
With a loud bang.
The man who had been stabbed several times was kicked away.
With his eyes closed, it was unclear whether he had fainted or died.
[Goddess, why didn't you save her?]
"Save me?" Rong Shang sneered, her pink lips parting slightly. "Why should I save you?"
He's just another utterly wicked person.
It's not a pity if he dies.
She glanced at it indifferently, then stepped forward and continued walking.
The man turned around instinctively upon hearing footsteps.
At this moment, however, his hat brim was pulled down very low, and Rong Chang could only see his handsome chin.
She didn't know anything else.
They probably thought she would call the police.
The man's cold gaze was fixed on her as he watched her step forward.
His grip on the knife tightened instinctively, and he took a small step back.
"You saw it?"
"Um."
Isn't that obvious?
"so……"
"You want to kill me too?"
Before the man could say anything, Rong Shang spoke for him.
A cold wind blew across the back of his hand, and the man chuckled.
A deep, magnetic voice came through.
It was very cold, so cold that there was no warmth at all.
Rong Shang finally stopped a full meter away from the man. "Do you have money?"
When she suddenly asked this question, the man seemed to raise his head slightly.
Of course, she still couldn't see what the other person looked like.
"Hmm." Another cold voice came from under the man's hat brim.
Rong Shang laughed, finding it quite amusing.
"Then lend me ten yuan."
Ten yuan is enough for her to buy soy sauce.
"..."
Ten yuan?
The man raised an eyebrow, somewhat... puzzled.
Knowing she had nothing more to say, the man simply remained silent, turned around, and prepared to leave.
"Hello."
Rong Shang looked at the man's cold, hard back with a half-smile, "Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
"..."
He still didn't say anything.
Rong Chang waited quietly.
Before long, she saw the person in front of her turn slightly to the side, and a very handsome profile appeared in her line of sight.
The man simply pulled a small wad of cash from his pocket.
He handed it over, and Rong Chang glanced at it.
It's probably close to a thousand dollars?
Tsk.
Rich people are just different.
But she only wanted ten yuan.
"I don't need that much."
"Stop talking nonsense."
An unpleasant voice came from under the brim of the hat. The man stretched out his hand, and Rong Shang glanced at it, her eyes filled with mockery.
There are even people who give money to others like this.
But she knew that this person had only killed someone and was just feeling guilty.
Reaching out, Rong Shang pinched the small stack of RMB.
But unexpectedly, her fingertips touched his.
At that moment, she had only one feeling: a chill that went to her very bones.
Yes, his hands were unusually cold.
Perhaps it's because I was only wearing a sweatshirt?
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