Although it was better to avoid trouble, Xing Jiu 'an still couldn't convince himself to get in the car and leave after hearing the sound.
Although there were street lamps here, they were not bright. Moreover, the deeper they went, the darker it became.
The cry for help seemed to have come from an alley. The alley was dark, and the street lights couldn't reach it.
The further Xing Jiu 'an walked in, the clearer the sounds he heard.
She walked over slowly, searched her pockets, and put on a mask.
At the end of the alley was a corner. The closer Xing Jiu 'an got, the clearer the voice became. He was almost sure that there was someone at the corner.
However, it did not seem to be just the person who was asking for help.
She paused for a moment, and a voice suddenly came from the other side.
"I've underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have such strength."
The one who spoke was a man. He sounded ruthless and seemed to be a little sick.
