Shangjing City.
An empty alleyway.
A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl in a Crimson Baseball Uniform walked down the middle of the street with her hands in her pockets and her head lowered, her eyes slightly red.
"What the heck... Who needs you to take care of me? I can live just fine on my own!"
She muttered softly, raised her head high, and blinked hard twice, trying her best not to let the tears fall.
As she walked, she alternated between lowering and raising her head. Not a single tear managed to breach her defenses and flow from those eyes brimming with resentment.
When she reached the mouth of the alley, she seemed to grow angry and kicked a can in the corner flying.
The can bounced several times between the walls on either side of the alley before, by pure coincidence, landing across the street and smacking heavily into the forehead of a thug squatting by the roadside, leaving a faint red mark.
The four or five thugs squatting by the road froze when they saw the red mark on their boss's forehead.
"Holy shit! Boss, are you okay?!"
"Who?! Who the hell dared to ambush our boss?"
"It was that girl! Get her!"
The thugs immediately spotted the girl in the Crimson Baseball Uniform across the street. They sprang to their feet and, ignoring the flashing traffic lights overhead, charged viciously across the road!
The girl blinked. Not only was she not the least bit afraid, excitement actually appeared on her face.
She had just taken a step when she seemed to remember something. Her gaze fell on the surveillance camera beside the traffic light. After a moment of silence, she withdrew her right foot, backed several steps into the alley behind her, and crooked a finger provocatively