The man's expression changed. Hearing the police sirens, his actions grew even more frantic.
He was certain the girl must have called the police.
His expression turned crazed. 'Rather than run now and get caught by the cops, I might as well kill this woman too. That way, I won't be at a loss.'
He was a gambler by nature. His addiction had already made him bold, and he had recently robbed and killed someone.
He'd been a fugitive for a long time. Lately, he hadn't dared to gamble, afraid of attracting police attention.
Then, as if suddenly remembering he didn't have a wife, he had set his sights on this girl.
Now, his killing intent swelled. His eyes were bloodshot, and only one thought remained in his mind: 'Kill her!'
He lifted his foot and kicked the door hard.
The girl hiding on the window ledge trembled all over, terrified.
The man looked thin, but he was actually very strong, especially when fueled by his emotions.
