Jiang Nanshu only felt the sun was blinding. She abruptly opened her eyes to find herself in a three-meter-wide alley.
Her mind sobered up in an instant, and she barely managed to stop running before she reached the mouth of the alley.
A large truck zoomed past her at a distance of just three centimeters.
The wind whipped up by its speed blew her black hair about.
The suffocating sensation of seawater still lingering, Jiang Nanshu took deep breaths.
Looking down at her pale hands, her slender arms were covered in purple bruises from needles.
She was back.
The sense of joy lasted but a second.
She was suddenly seized from behind by a group of people who twisted her arms, pressed her head down hard, and pinned her against the wall, immobilizing her.
"Heh, the little lady sure can run."
Jiang Nanshu turned her head to look at the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard walking towards her, his sweat odor making her nauseous.
The man saw Jiang Nanshu's look of disgust.
