"Dad, you're bleeding so much, are you going to die…"
The little girl looked at the middle-aged man covered in blood, his face deathly pale. Sobbing, she turned to the thugs nearby, grabbed one thug's pant leg and, crying, pleaded, "Uncle, can you please save my dad? I don't want my dad to die…"
"Nana, get back here!"
Seeing the little girl walk over to the thugs, the faces of the few people there all changed. They hurriedly yanked the little girl back!
These thugs were all ruthless, cold-blooded types who would watch people die without lifting a finger. Who could guarantee they wouldn't lay their hands on the little girl?
"Big D, why don't we just call him an ambulance?"
The thug whom the little girl was begging looked at her pitiful little face and seemed a bit soft-hearted. He turned his head and said that to the tattooed man beside him.
"Get the hell out of here. You call an ambulance, you want people to know we kidnapped these folks? What if they take the chance to run?!"
