"What happened?" Wang Dadong and Xiao Qing both frowned simultaneously.
Murong Xue ran so out of breath, her chest heaving dramatically, with some torn and tattered clothes partially revealing her fair skin.
After panting for a full half minute, Murong Xue finally caught her breath and said, "They, they're here!"
"They? Who are they?" Wang Dadong asked.
"It's, it's that group of people who left earlier."
Wang Dadong and Xiao Qing exchanged a glance and immediately rushed back, knowing those people were not to be trifled with.
"No, let go of me!" Guo Ting screamed and pleaded loudly, being held in the arms of a scruffy man.
The American girl Zhu Biya was also knocked to the ground by a man, and because of her small physique, she was pinned down and unable to move at all.
Suddenly, somehow, Guo Ting managed to break free from the man's grasp and turned to run.
