"Stop that car!"
"Catch him! Catch him!"
The crowd snapped out of their daze and immediately gave chase, but how could two legs outrun four wheels? At most, they could pick up small stones and throw them, only for the stones to bounce off the car's steel body.
"Hurry and keep up!"
"Don't let him get away! Make him pay!"
"Quick, quick, go get Uncle Hai!"
The strongest young men at the front immediately broke into a run after the car, while the people behind followed, shouting and cursing. For a moment, it seemed as though everyone on the entire street was chasing the hit-and-run vehicle.
The workers who had stayed behind gathered around the children, offering suggestions. Meanwhile, Uncle Hai finally learned that something had happened outside the venue, and several workers hurriedly brought him over.
The workers made way for Uncle Hai. At the end of the crowd, he saw a pool of dark blood reflecting the fading glow of the sunset, and his heart sank.
"Jiumi, Jiumi, don't scare your uncle. Wake up. Your uncle has dragon-whisker candy here. Wake up..." Qi Bajiu held his nephew in his arms, his face anxious as he whispered hurriedly into the boy's ear, as though afraid of frightening him.
The little girl was being examined by an older woman nearby to see whether her hands or feet were injured. There were traces of blood on her, but none of it seemed to be hers. She secretly watched her uncle and brother. There was no sorrow on her face, nor any tears—only bewilderment.
With the way her mind worked at her age, she apparently still couldn't understand what had happened.
When Uncle Hai came over, a woman knelt directly before him and kowtowed repeatedly. "Uncle Hai, please save my child... Please...