Ye Chunxiao was led through a series of turns, ending up in a desolate dead-end alley.
There was more than one punk in this place.
A few of them were dressed in a flashy, low-class style, clearly seasoned street-dwellers.
The leader, Brother Li, smiled at Ye Chunxiao.
"Don't be scared, we're not what you would call good people."
Ye Chunxiao trembled, wishing she could press herself against the wall.
"What do you want? I don't have any money on me."
Brother Li looked Ye Chunxiao up and down, "You look like a pauper; we didn't bring you here for money."
Ye Chunxiao immediately misunderstood, "I—I'm not pretty, there's a girl at our school named Yue Qingqing who is the campus belle, I can help you bring her out."
The punks exchanged glances, sneering involuntarily.
Given what she just said, it was no injustice for her to have been brought here.
