"Help me!" The woman looked at Xu Ke, his hat obscuring his face. She couldn't see his expressions clearly, but that didn't stop her from pleading with him. Never mind her age, if these punks took advantage of her, how could she face living on? Besides, she harbored a secret—a secret she intended to take to her grave, one that absolutely no one could discover.
"Stop shouting. Look at his scrawny frame. You'd be better off hoping we suddenly grow a conscience and let you go rather than expecting him to save you." The leader of the group laughed as he watched the woman cry and plead with Xu Ke, his expression remarkably punchable and sinister.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to let her go." Xu Ke said, looking at the man who once again ignored him and was talking to himself.
