Xia Ming titled her head and looked at him carefully. "I want to be strong just like you are."
Hearing her words, the young boy laughed. "Strong as me, huh?" he smiled and took out a knife from his pocket. It was an ordinary knife, nothing much out of order but there was beautiful calligraphy of an 'S.X' initial painted in gold over it. The young boy threw the knife towards her. Xia Ming was confused by his actions, but she caught the knife in her hand precisely. She looked back at him and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Kill him," The young boy pointed his finger at that drunken man.
Xia Ming was shocked. And, the drunken man was scared. Holding his mouth, he tried to beg for mercy but no sounds came from his mouth. Tears began to flow from his eyes while he tried to move back and back, scared for his life. He wanted to flee from the alley, wanted to save his life, but the young boy was standing at the only exit way. There was no other way out for him.
