The guards barely managed to intercept the man in time. As fists flew and people screamed, Hwayeong’s mind kicked into high gear.
In a split second, her decision was made. She grabbed Sinyeong’s hand.
“What are you—”
Before he could finish, she pushed his shoulders down and forced him into a crouch.
Then she began quietly slipping them both through the madness.
Dodging swinging arms and flailing legs, they wove their way through the panicked onlookers, finally breaking free of the crowd.
Hwayeong glanced back. Behind them, the brawl still raged—objects flying, curses hurled, bodies surging.
She gave a satisfied nod.
Then, still holding Sinyeong’s hand, she took off running.
* * *
After sprinting for quite a while along a long road, Hwayeong suddenly veered into a narrow side alley.
She pressed herself against the wall, dragging Sinyeong behind her by the wrist suspiciously.
She craned her neck just enough to peek around the corner, scanning the area.
“What the hell is—”
