"Little rascal, let's see where you run to this time!" A man in black picked Harry up, about to gloat with a victorious smile when a bottle of pitch-black ink splashed across his face.
"Ah—"
A wail sounded, and Harry's soft, delicate body wriggled out of his grasp and ran forward.
"You little stinker, if I catch you, I'll skin you alive!" The remaining two men ran swiftly towards the direction Harry had gone.
They seemed to have forgotten that their original target was the pregnant Ella Jackson.
"Damn, someone's coming, let's get out of here!" As someone saw a car approaching, they urgently called out. Instantly, the few who were miserably dealt with by Harry tensed up. They didn't bother to chase after Harry anymore and turned to run back.
They got into the car and quickly drove away from the area.
"Whoosh—" Two more cars arrived in succession and stopped simultaneously.
