The moment the words fell, a dense sound of footsteps could be heard.
Zhao Guo'an and Zhen Jinghan immediately turned around, seeing no less than twenty people running towards them in the dim alley.
Despite being a man, Zhao Guo'an displayed rare calmness at this moment, shielding Zhen Jinghan behind him with one hand, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know these people?"
"No, I don't." Zhen Jinghan shook her head repeatedly.
"Wait a minute!" Zhao Guo'an raised his right hand, making a pause gesture: "Buddies, have you mistaken us for someone else? We hold no grudges, neither old nor recent..."
He was interrupted before he could finish by a middle-aged man with a walkie-talkie across from them: "Stop the bullshit, we're here for the woman behind you. If you don't want to die, get lost!"
"But I've never even seen you guys!" Zhen Jinghan said angrily.
