In the dark, when Xia Pingan arrived at the place where he and Emily parked their car, he saw Emily standing outside the car with a flashlight in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. A homeless man had fallen into the alley next to the car, hugging his legs and wailing.
Xia Pingan emerged from the darkness without a sound. When he reached Emily's side, he deliberately made a little noise, giving her a shock. She turned around and the flashlight was aimed at Xia Pingan's eyes. Xia Pingan grabbed the flashlight with his hand and took it.
Realizing that Xia Pingan had returned, Emily heaved a huge sigh of relief. It had been less than an hour since Xia Pingan had left.
"What's wrong?" Xia Pingan asked as she looked at the homeless man on the ground.
The homeless man was in a mess. He was an old man in a pile of tattered and greasy clothes. The strange smell on him could be smelled from two meters away. There were many homeless men like him in Paris.
