After showing the little girl the message on his phone screen, Wu Li put his phone away and stepped forward.
The skinny little girl subconsciously grabbed the hem of Wu Li's trousers. Wu Li smiled at her, patted her head, and gently freed his pants from her grip.
The next second, his body shot forward like an arrow from a bow, charging toward a metal railing about ten meters ahead.
After a short running start, Wu Li easily grabbed the top of the railing with both hands and flipped over into the yard.
The little girl behind him was wide-eyed with confusion, unable to understand how Wu Li had vaulted over in an instant.
After landing, he scanned the surroundings, noticing two patrolmen standing under a tree to the left, about ten meters away, smoking cigarettes and cursing under their breath, visibly irritated.
On Christmas night, while others celebrated, these men were stuck on patrol, which was certainly vexing.
