Having said that, he got up and ran desperately forward without looking back.
Zhou Xufang spread her hands and looked at the piece of paper; there was blood on it and also on her sleeve.
0893 was injured.
"They're ahead."
"Hurry up!"
Zhou Xufang cocked her ear and listened; the messy footsteps were getting closer.
Were these people chasing after 0893? She stood in the middle of the alley.
About a dozen people came running in a swarm, completely disregarding her standing in the middle of the road, and charged over, bumping her against the wall.
They bumped into her.
Zhou Xufang patted her shoulder, "Hey."
The man running at the front turned his head, his face gaunt and menacing.
Zhou Xufang stepped in front to block the way, her expression downcast like a cold and detached vagrant, and she said, "You bumped into me."
The leader, in a leather jacket with pierced ears and dyed yellow hair, tattoos from his neck to his ears, was very impatient, "Move or die!"
