The stretch of road that led from the alley to the main street was only lit by distant, towering street lights.
There was no one nearby, and it was pitch-black all around, with the cries for help sounding faint and pitiable.
Although Zhong Bo initially felt a chill down his spine, as a man, he still immediately turned to look.
A young girl, her face full of tears, looked distressingly pitiful as she clung to the door of his car, pulling at it vigorously.
However, because his car's doors locked automatically when he started the engine, the girl couldn't open it right away.
She could only lean against his car window, tears streaming down her face.
"Uncle, Uncle, someone is following me, please save me, please—"
As she spoke through her tears, she kept looking back, appearing both pitiful and panicked.
"I'm sure I'm being targeted, save me Uncle, save me!"
Though Zhong Bo usually was quite calculating, in moments like this his sense of justice was overwhelming.
