Everyone had clearly seen her hand clutching the bloodied brick, and now this "killer" was trying to convince people to save him. Nobody could keep up with Feng Zhiwei's strange train of thought.
"I am only a poor man," Feng Zhiwei patted the dust off her hand and the young master at the front of the crowd took a large step back. "I don't have any money to pay the doctor, so I won't crowd this area. This young man is hurt badly, please everyone, hurry."
And after that, Feng Zhiwei smiled and waved at the stunned and amazed crowd before calmly turning around and walking away.
A cold wind blew past and her clothes stuck to her back and chilled her.
With just a few more steps, she would disappear from their view…
"Pa, Pa, Pa."
Three leisurely claps filled the air and ended the strange silence.
Feng Zhiwei looked back and saw two men sitting on handsome horses nearby, followed by a group of Yamen runners.