Absolutely acting like watching a play.
The next two minutes can be described as extremely dull. The interaction between the two in the alley can essentially be reduced to abduction-shivering, threat-shivering, scolding-shivering, and impatience-shivering.
Finally, when Motan had completely finished his apple, the long-anticipated event finally happened.
The muscular man named Er Mao gritted his teeth, stomped his foot and without saying a word reached for the woman who clearly had a D-cup sized chest in front of him, with an extremely lew... cunning angle!
Then he died.
To be more specific, the seemingly helpless woman also raised her hand, reaching straight for Er Mao's chest, then she just directly stabbed right through him. It was a spectacular sight.
There was so much blood. If it wasn't for Motan quickly pulling out his umbrella to shield himself, he'd probably get splattered head to toe, given he was lying nearby on the roof.
