But after all, he was just a child. Even though that big, burly trafficker was caught up with because a truck blocked their way, Chen Lun couldn't subdue him and had to cling to the man's leg to prevent him from leaving.
"Brat! Do you want to die?!"
The masked man turned his head, speaking in a cold voice.
Then he suddenly grabbed Chen Lun's throat.
The eyes beneath the mask were filled with murderous intent, and the pain and suffocation in his neck instantly made Chen Lun terrified beyond measure.
Tears streamed out, yet he still bit down on the man's hand, leaving a ring-shaped bite mark.
"Let go... Chen Mo! Let her go!"
Chen Lun struggled to make a sound.
But after a while, when a crowd had gathered around, Chen Lun felt something strange.
For some reason, the trafficker had released his grip on Chen Lun's throat and hadn't further threatened him.
He looked up.
Chen Lun was stunned.
