The short-haired woman had clearly done this to make Luo Yan share the pressure and distract the pursuers.
But it had also brought Luo Yan an undeserved disaster.
As far as the woman was concerned, however, she did not feel that she had done anything wrong.
To survive, she would stop at nothing.
So what if she diverted the calamity toward an innocent person and got them killed?
Only staying alive mattered most!
Over the past few years, she had done this sort of thing more than once.
She was still alive and well.
That alone proved her method worked!
And that was exactly what happened.
The figures chasing the woman immediately turned their gazes toward Luo Yan.
At the front of the group, a burly man with messy eyebrows, a savage gaze, and a missing piece of his upper lip immediately roared, "Don't let her accomplice get away!"
Several men charged viciously toward Luo Yan.
As for the short-haired woman—
After throwing away her backpack, she turned around and dashed toward another alley.
She planned to use the complex terrain here to shake off her pursuers.
But at that moment—
She suddenly felt something tighten around her neck.
Her gaze dropped.
She saw that a black rope had somehow appeared around her neck.
The rope did not seem to be solid. It was slightly transparent and carried an illusory quality.
Yet it was genuinely tightening around her neck.
Moreover, the person who had thrown the rope from behind suddenly exerted force.
She was dragged backward against her will.
She turned around.
And saw a pair of scarlet eyes.
A sharp glint flashed through those pupils.
Apart from that—
There was nothing else.
They were as cold as the ice of the polar regions.
She had never seen such a