C13 To be caught to be frightened

There were many people walking in and out of the market, and many hawkers placed their dishes on both sides of the pathway. Mo Xiaoran pulled Wang Yiling's hand and drilled into the crowded area.

"Xiao Yan, will they catch up?"

"I don't know how they caught you."

"Me?" Glimmers danced in Wang Yiling's eyes, before he spat out one last sentence, "I wasn't able to escape far before they caught me and brought me back home."

Mo Xiaoran who was looking for a place to hide did not notice the expression on Wang Yiling's face. Her eyes swept to the side of the bus that was just beside the road, waiting for customers to get on, and with a thought, she pulled Wang Yiling and got on the car door a second before it closed.

On the bus, the two were still in shock as they gasped for breath. There were a lot of people inside the bus, so they found an empty seat and sat down, lowering their heads as much as possible to avoid being noticed.

Mo Xiaoran's hands trembled from the pain, his shoes were filled with a warm and sticky feeling, it was not sweat, Mo Xiaoran did not know if his feet were crippled.

Wang Yiling wanted to ask Mo Xiaoran several times, but when she looked at the people around her, she kept her mouth shut, and only a complicated gaze remained in her eyes.

A few minutes after the bus left, a large tail suddenly stopped by the side of the road.

Some of the guests in the car who were not able to sit still were thrown out of their seats. Suddenly, Wang Yiling's head hit the handlebars in front of her, which hurt so much that even her tears came out.

"What's wrong?"

"How do you drive?"

The passengers in the car questioned the driver. The driver turned his head with an embarrassed expression but did not say anything. Instead, he nervously looked in the direction of the car door.

The front of the bus was blocked by a dozen cars. Dozens of men in black were already knocking on the door with their meter long sticks, clamoring nonstop.

Someone said, "Call the police."

Mo Xiaoran and Wang Yiling looked at each other, and just as they were about to stand up and slip to the back door, with a bang, the glass at the side of the door shattered, causing Wang Yiling to scream out in fear, and his head crawled into Mo Xiaoran's embrace.

"Get out." The man outside pointed at Wang Yiling and roared, "You dare to cause trouble at the Young Master Qin's banquet, you should know your own fate."

"Xiao Yan, I'm scared." Wang Yiling's hands tightly grabbed onto Mo Xiaoran's arm, her entire body shivering, she really did not expect those people to catch up so quickly.

When he thought about what would happen to the few women inside, Wang Yiling's face paled even more, and his entire body shivered.

The door had already been opened, and a few men with tattoos on their arms got on the car. With sticks in hand, they walked in front of Mo Xiaoran, and a sturdy man grabbed towards Wang Yiling. She stole something from the Young Master Qin, and if she doesn't hand it over, she'll pay with her life. "

A few people grumbled behind him. The man swung his stick over and with a bang, the seat broke. The car immediately became silent.

The flight attendant and the driver looked at Wang Yiling and Mo Xiaoran, their eyes clear that no matter how they offended the Young Master Qin, they could not implicate the passengers of the train.

Mo Xiaoran hugged Wang Yiling tightly, and raised his head to look at the man: "You said she stole something, okay, drive the car to the police station, and let the police interfere and return justice to you guys." Mo Xiaoran knew their goal, and only hoped that the driver would understand her words and drive the car to the police station.

The man laughed sinisterly: "Are you the accomplice here? You guys ignore Young Master Qin's words. Do you want to leave by yourselves, or do you want us to break your legs and drag you guys away?"

"This is a legal society, you are too lawless." Mo Xiaoran lifted his head and looked straight at the man: "We are newspaper reporters, we have an interview with a political figure, please step aside."

"Political head? "With that crappy little newspaper of yours, how could they even get an interview with a political head?" The man mocked, he took out his phone and dialed a number, then handed it over to Mo Xiaoran.

Mo Xiaoran did not pick up the call, the phone already heard the Director's trembling voice: "Xiao Yan, I told you guys to go interview the Young Master Qin last time, not to steal something. Just what exactly did you guys take from the Young Master Qin, take responsibility yourselves, do not push the responsibility over to the newspaper, go and apologize to the Young Master Qin."