Wang Hao, clutching Xiao Wan's hand, made a run for it, heading straight towards the center of the road.
A mototaxi, lurking for fares, saw two people running towards it and instinctively waved at them, shouting in Mandarin tinged with a Dian Nan accent, "Need a ride into the city center?"
"Yes!" Wang Hao blurted out in response and pushed Xiao Wan onto the bike.
A guy with a slicked-back haircut and a dozen men covered in dragon and tiger tattoos charged aggressively towards them.
"You little shits, don't run!"
The mototaxi driver paled with fright and stared dumbfounded at Wang Hao and Xiao Wan.
Wang Hao asked Xiao Wan urgently, "Do you have any cash on you?"
Xiao Wan's mind was still a blank state, not registering what Wang Hao was saying.
"Do you have cash on you?"
Xiao Wan was still utterly clueless, her eyes widened, just staring blankly at Wang Hao.
