"Ouch...Brother, my ankle is sprained and I can't run anymore!" The voice of a child whose voice was changing reached Wang Chengzhu's ears.
"Yo Xi, I'm in good shape, little man. Come and accompany me until dawn." A voice mixed with a concordant tone of laughter rang out wildly, echoing in the empty streets.
A young man from Dongying Street wearing wooden clogs and a loose robe staggered towards the child sitting on the ground, rubbing his ankles with his hands.
"Don't come here, he's still young. Please let us go." The young man who was calling his companions to escape saw his younger brother sitting on the ground unable to stand up. He quickly stood between the kid and the child on Dongying Street and shouted respectfully.