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People were coming and going in the market. Many hawkers had placed their dishes on both sides of the street. Mo Xiaoxiao pulled Wang Yiling by the hand and they ran into the crowd.

"Xiao Yan, will they catch up?"

"I don't know how they caught you."

"Me?" Glimmers danced in Wang Yiling's eyes as she spat out the last sentence, "I wasn't able to escape far before they caught me and brought me back home."

Mo Xiaoxiao, who was looking for a place to hide, did not notice Wang Yiling's expression. She glanced at the bus, which was sitting by the side of the road, waiting for customers to get on. An idea came to her mind, she pulled Wang Yiling and got on the bus a second before the door closed.

On the bus, the two were still in shock as they gasped for breath. There were a lot of people inside the bus, so they found an empty seat and sat down, lowering their heads as much as possible to avoid being noticed.

His hands were trembling from the pain. Warm and sticky feeling filled his shoes, but that was not sweat. He wondered if his feet would be crippled.

A few times Wang Yiling wanted to ask Xiao Yan, but when she finally looked around, she kept her mouth shut, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

A few minutes after the bus left, a large tail suddenly stopped by the side of the road.

Some of the unsettled customers in the car were thrown out of their seats. Wang Yiling suddenly hit her head on the front handlebars, in so much pain that tears came out of her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"How do you drive?"

The passengers in the car questioned the driver. The driver turned his head with an embarrassed expression but did not say anything. Instead, he nervously looked in the direction of the car door.

The front of the bus was blocked by a dozen cars. Dozens of men in black were already knocking on the door with their meter long sticks, clamoring nonstop.

Someone said, "Call the police."

Mo Xiaoxiao and Wang Yiling exchanged a glance. Just as they were about to stand up and slip to the back door, they heard a bang. The glass next to the door shattered and Wang Yiling screamed out in fright.

"Get out." The man pointed at Wang Yiling and roared, "You dare to cause trouble at Young Master Qin's banquet, you should know what your fate is."

"Xiao Yan, I'm scared." Wang Yiling's body was trembling as she clutched her arms tightly. She did not expect those people to catch up so quickly.

Wang Yiling turned even paler and trembled at the thought of those women.

The door was opened, and a few men with tattoos on their arms got on the car, holding sticks in their hands, they walked over to Mo Xiaoxiao. A sturdy man reached out his hand towards Wang Yiling, and stared coldly with a pair of fierce eyes, "Do you think you can run away? She stole Young Master Qin's things, so if she doesn't hand it over, she's going to pay with her life. "

A few people grumbled behind him. The man swung his stick over and with a bang, the seat broke. The car immediately became silent.

The cabin crew and the driver looked at Wang Yiling and Mo Xiaoxiao, their eyes clear. No matter how they offended Young Master Qin, they could not implicate the passengers of this train.

Mo Xiaoxiao held Wang Yiling tightly and looked up at the man, "You said she stole something. Fine, drive the car to the police station and let the police interfere to return justice to you." Their purpose was clear. She just wanted the driver to understand what she was saying and drive the car to the police station.

The man smiled and said darkly: "You must be an accomplice. Young Master Qin's words should be left alone or should we break your legs and drag you away?"

"This is a legal society, you are too lawless." "We are newspaper reporters. We have an interview with a major official, please step aside."

"Political head? "With that crappy little newspaper of yours, how could they even get an interview with a political head?" The man mocked. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Then, he handed it over to Mo Xiaoxiao.

The director's trembling voice came through the phone: "Xiao Yan, I told you to go last time to interview Young Master Qin, not to steal something. Just what did you guys take away from Young Master Qin? Take responsibility. Don't push the responsibility to the newspapers. Go and apologize to Young Master Qin."