Being on the highway was too conspicuous, so Yan Qingsi made a turn into a dark and narrow alley. The footsteps behind her began closing in on her. She did not dare to turn around because she was worried to lay eyes on the danger that was going to engulf her.
Her body was on autopilot because her innate survival instincts kicked in, compelling her to move forward. Her heels began cracking as her bare feet rubbed against the rough surface, but the persistent pain instigated her to retain whatever consciousness she had remaining.
All of a sudden, someone tugged on her hair, causing her forward-moving body to stop in its tracks. Along with that sudden force, she felt a sharp pain in her scalp, and her entire person was dragged from behind.
One thought popped up in Yan Qingsi's mind—'Trouble!'
The next second, there was a crisp slap.
