An Ning made her move.
The child lying closest to her, under a cartwheel, was grabbed by the leg and roughly dragged out by An Ning.
"Catch!"
With a toss, as the crowd's hearts collectively stopped, the child landed on a pile of firewood.
"AHHH—"
"Surround her!"
"Grab her legs!"
"Grab her waist!"
The group of old ladies, who had just been acting as if they didn't have a bone in their bodies, now charged over like a herd of stampeding bulls.
Of course, An Ning wasn't about to be caught so easily. She moved quickly, breaking through their encirclement before they could close in.
Inside the truck, as soon as An Ning rushed out, An Guoming deftly locked the doors and rolled up the windows. His eyes darted back and forth, struggling to keep up with An Ning's movements outside.
"Yeah!"
"Great hit!"
"Beautiful!"
Inside the truck, An Guoming was even more excited than An Ning, who was actually in the fight.
