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Lu Feng punched himself hard in the forehead, making sure this wasn't an illusion, and even harder to believe. He looked at the people on the ground, "What's going on here?"
"I don't know."
Lu Ling choked up, shaking her head, eyes brimming with tears: "They came at me, wanting to grab me, pull me into the car. I ran, and they kept chasing."
"And this..." Lu Feng pointed to the panting small bull motorcycle beside them, struggling to discern: "Is... is this our car?"
"I don't know."
As Lu Feng took out his gun, Lu Ling quickly hugged its 'dog head' to her chest, "It's alright, don't scare it!"
Lu Feng, dumbfounded.
He couldn't make a sound.
After a while, the burnt-out synapses in his brain seemed to finally reconnect, the instinct to kill receded, and some rational thinking returned.
"I'll take you home first, tidy up, and don't tell mom, or she'll be worrying."
