Ming Shu turned the small town around and went to the lower side of the building.
She heard a voice from afar.
Ming Shu stepped on the broken bricks and stood on top of it. She looked in the direction of the voice.
She saw a family’s money. A group of people in military uniforms were punching and kicking a person. They snatched a square box from his hand.
That person wasn’t anyone else.
It was the strong man.
Ming Shu waited for those people to leave before she slowly walked over.
The strong man was lying on the ground. Blood mixed in the soil and stained his face. He looked very pathetic.
Ming Shu squatted in front of him. “Your things were stolen?”
The strong man raised his eyelids with difficulty. He opened his mouth but didn’t make a sound.
“You...”
He made a sound in his throat.
The group of people just now probably didn’t go easy on him. The strong man looked like he was going to die soon.
“Did... did you say that?”
