Yelling your throat raw was still useful.
When Shen Ranran's desperate screams pierced the air, and the thugs' loud cries of pain sent chills down people's spines, the nearby residents all ran out to see what was happening, the men carrying weapons in their hands.
But once everyone came out, they realized that what they saw was completely different from what they had imagined.
A whole pile of people lay scattered across the ground, crying for their fathers and mothers and rolling around in agony. Clubs and machetes were strewn everywhere, and there even seemed to be traces of blood on the ground.
Shen Ranran, her face streaked with tears, was being held by Zhuangzhuang, who softly comforted her.
Standing before the two women was Wang Yan, who had just lit himself a Huazi.
"Neighbor, what happened here?" Little Northeast walked over with a club in hand.
"Ranran, are you okay? Oh my, look at you crying—you've smudged all your makeup." Tao Liangliang headed straight for Shen Ranran, his concern clearly targeted.
Guo Zongbao and the others also began asking questions all at once, unable to understand why this had happened.
"Brother, did you offend someone?" Guo Zongbao looked uncertainly at the heap of people on the ground.
Wang Yan thought about it, then said, "Judging by those shifty faces, I'd say they're probably pickpockets from around the train station. I caught one of their people before and ruined their plans. They must have found out where I lived and come here for revenge. Am I right?"
Wang Yan had his foot on the ankle of the leader, the first one who had spoken. He leaned down slightly, looking at him from above.
"Right, right, right! Big Brother, we're pickpockets. We came here to get revenge on you. We never