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Being called "little sister" by a few punks obviously younger than herself, Lian Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or to be angry!
Anger turned to laughter, Lian Qiao hummed coldly and pulled out her phone.
"Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with you guys. Don't say I didn't give you a chance to mend your ways—I'm calling the police now!"
The principle that thieves fear the police is timeless. Logically speaking, once she took out her phone, these punks should have scattered like birds and beasts, right?!
But just as she took out her phone, the tall punk with blond hair whom she had caught before suddenly swung his arm and knocked her phone away, and then pushed her roughly, cursing, "Fuck you, bitch, stop being so damned ungrateful..."
He seemed to be a figure of authority within this 'organization' of punks. With a glare and a wave of his hand, a few people surrounded her, ready to attack.
