It's really damn treacherous.
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Subduing those hooligans, retrieving the phone, and calling the police took almost half an hour.
Nora Scott and Pedro Langley avoided the hassle of going to the police for a statement, and retreated promptly after reporting the incident.
All four tires were punctured, so the car was undrivable; they had to hail a taxi on the road.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
Pedro was about to name the neighborhood when Nora interrupted, "Cloud Sky Hotel."
The driver glanced meaningfully at them through the rearview mirror, his expression becoming suggestive, and he responded cheerfully, "Alright."
"Take off your coat; it's soaked,"
Nora pinched Pedro's sleeve with two fingers, feeling the dampness of the fabric, her brows knitted tightly together.
After getting drenched for one or two hours, he might get sick, right?
Seeing her concern, Pedro didn't insist on wearing it and simply unbuttoned and removed his coat.
Underneath was a thin white shirt.
