Having learned from the lesson on the way here, Su Xiaoxiao didn't put anything in her handbag this time, just as a decoy.
After all, she had come to understand the bottom line of these bastards—they wouldn't disdain even a corn bun.
The thief didn't expect her to suddenly wake up but was fearless. He glared at her fiercely and prepared to withdraw his hand.
A little girl on her own, what's he afraid of?
The thieves on the road chose targets like this first, easy to handle, even if caught, nothing could be done to them.
The person was a young man who looked about twenty, with white eyeballs visible, a buzz cut, and a scar on the left side of his forehead.
When he looked at people, his eyes were fierce; most people shriveled away at his gaze.
But Su Xiaoxiao wasn't most people; she had a stun baton and self-defense gadgets.
She glared back hard and grabbed the thief's wrist, then shouted: "Someone help, there's a pervert!"
