On the ground like a dead dog, Huang Mao struggled to open his heavy eyelids, painfully watching his beloved taxi abandon him and speed away into the dust.
After his body and mind suffered serious injuries, he also faced a major financial loss.
He lost himself in deep confusion: Who's the real bad guy here?
Look at the skilled methods used to loot money, the fearless bandit-like demeanor, the fists punching relentlessly—how could he ever have thought the opponent was just a helpless little lamb?
This was clearly a vicious wolf with sharp teeth.
He was the one who was pathetic, weak, and helpless... a poor little thing. He hugged himself and wept wide streams of tears.
When the police arrived at the hugging location, there was nothing else apart from the lonely little helpless one lying there, shedding tears skyward.
Upon seeing the police, Huang Mao was overwhelmed with excitement.
Once helped up, he painfully but determinedly expressed his resolve to report the crime.
