This was a very strange sight.
At the entrance to the alley beneath the night sky, twelve tall, burly street toughs stood obediently against the walls on either side. Their leader was a green-haired girl barely twelve or thirteen years old.
Whether it was her delicate, youthful face or her cute, petite loli figure, the Green-haired Girl was worlds apart from the image of a gang leader—except for the overly mature, streetwise smoky makeup on her face.
Yet as he looked at the wildly arrogant Green-haired Girl, a trace of pity flickered in Xi Nian's eyes.
The stronger her position and status were, the more it meant that she must have suffered greatly. She had to be far tougher and more determined than children her age just to survive without being bullied...
"Hey, did you hear me? Do you want to be my little brother..." Lorna had Xi Nian pinned against the wall with her foot, but before she could finish, Xi Nian suddenly placed a hand on her head and gently patted her green hair.
!!!
Everyone present froze at the sight.
Especially the twelve dyed-hair, tattooed toughs. Their eyes widened in shock, and many of them sucked in a sharp breath as they repeatedly muttered, "It's over, it's over. That kid's dead for sure!"
Lorna paused at first, as if she had not processed what had happened.
Then the girl sharply slapped his hand away, withdrew her foot from the wall, took a step back, and stared coldly at Xi Nian. "What are you doing?"
"Um, there was dust in your hair..." Naturally, Xi Nian could not say that it had been an instinctive gesture, born from genuine pity.
If he said that, he would definitely get beaten up.
"Oh, so that was it." Hearing Xi Nian's explanation,