The young girl spoke fluent Nan City dialect, clearly a local.
How could he not have known that Nan City had someone with such bizarre combat skills?
She also demanded answers to questions she shouldn't have known, and he was forced to speak, finally understanding what it felt like to be on the brink of death in the deserted alley. He had cursed an old man who was about to appear, sending him back.
They were in the corner of the alley, and Little Nuan's hand was like an eagle's claw.
Her eyes looked the same, cold and cruel as if gazing upon the dead.
Thinking about it now, she had the same demeanor as those big shots.
He didn't dare to think anymore; with his last bit of strength, he had to crawl to the hospital.
When another group finally followed into the winding alley, it was empty; they saw nothing.
What happened?
Could it be that some monkey had beaten them to the punch and hoarded the loot?
