The four of them left noisily, the man grabbed his collar and laughed sinisterly: "Kid, you have some guts, you'd better hope your sister comes back soon, otherwise, I wouldn't mind sending you to the afterlife ahead of time."
The boy spat harshly, phlegm landing directly on the man's face: "Bastard, keep dreaming."
The man wiped his face, his hand shaking with anger, he slapped him hard: "Just you wait."
At this moment, the man rolled his eyes and suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Behind him, a tall, thin boy holding an escape hammer, his eyes gradually changing from fear to determination, stood with a boy who had his neck shrunk in fear.
"Are you okay?" the tall, thin boy asked.
The boy shook his head: "I'm fine."
He kicked the man twice, pulled the boy: "We have to get out of here quickly, if we don't escape, we're doomed, but if we escape, there's still a slim chance of survival."
