Zhao Chun watched helplessly as those two cowards limped further and further away, cursing under his breath, "Stupid beyond saving. They ran off without even taking me with them. What the hell."
Tian Sangsang glanced at him nonchalantly, her hand resting on her hip, too exhausted to keep fighting. "Come on, son, let's go home."
The two figures grew smaller and smaller until they vanished from sight. Zhao Chun held his aching arm, his expression complicated. He knew all too well what kind of people Biao's men were—clear as day. After being threatened by Tian Sangsang, those two wouldn't tell the truth when they got back, but someone would still have to take the blame. No doubt, they'd pin it all on him.
Ah, now that nobody's watching him anymore, why stay here a moment longer? Besides, he'd borrowed twenty bucks in advance from Biao, and it was right in his pocket. No worries about money—he just needed to hitch a ride to the city.
