The good Samaritan hadn't expected that even the mention of the police failed to scare off the attacker, so he had to retreat himself. "You all just wait! I'm going to the intersection to see if the police are here yet. And you," he said to Yuan Si, "don't even think about running off."
After speaking, he shot a meaningful glance at the middle-aged woman on the ground, then turned and bolted.
This time, he was really going to the police station to file a report.
The middle-aged woman was dumbfounded. 'He just ran off like that? Does he have any humanity at all?'
Yuan Si glanced sideways at the siblings. Although Number Two's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat from the pain, his eyes burned with hatred as he stared at her, cursing nonstop as if he wanted to eat her flesh and drink her blood. Number Three, on the other hand, had already been scared out of his wits. When he saw Yuan Si look his way again, he trembled all over and involuntarily wet his pants.
