"Knife! He has a knife!" Someone with sharp eyes spotted the thing the drunkard had pulled out from his bosom and immediately bellowed.
"Ah—!"
The crowd, which had been standing around watching, scattered in all directions at once.
"Get the hell out of my way!" The drunkard swung the small knife in his hand wildly, yelling loudly while bumping into people in the crowd.
"Am I afraid? No way, I just cherish life, you know..." Tang Yuran made a face at Gu Yu. When she looked up again, she saw the drunkard, knife in hand, charging towards them.
Almost instinctively, Tang Yuran grabbed Gu Yu's arm and pulled him hard.
Gu Yu, who had been looking down at Tang Yuran, stumbled as he was yanked, and then there was an extremely faint "puh"—like the sound of a knife blade piercing fabric and flesh—next to his ear.
"Ah—!"
Piercing screams rose from the crowd.
When Gu Yu looked up, he saw the handle of a knife sticking out of Tang Yuran's left shoulder.
