As the woman spoke, she took two steps toward the stall.
The man was flustered and furious, muttering curses under his breath.
But he spoke so quickly and quietly that neither Zhao Xun nor the Hunter could make out what he was saying.
The woman was neither impatient nor annoyed. She simply moved closer to the stall and reached for the man.
The man hurriedly backed away.
Unfortunately, the stall was tiny. After just one step backward, he hit the shelves behind him.
His body tilted, and his left foot involuntarily lifted forward to keep his balance.
That single movement knocked over the trash can in front of him.
The noodle bowl inside the trash can fell onto its side, spilling the fork along with the broth.
Zhao Xun felt that he must have fallen beneath the table. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense that the light was completely blocked.
Someone standing in a brightly lit area could not see clearly into a dark one.
So Zhao Xun opened his eyes.
Before the man could regain his footing, a hand like an animal's claw reached in from outside and seized his shoulder.
Rather than seizing him, it had impaled him.
Those slightly long fingernails seemed incredibly hard. They pierced straight through his clothes and sank deep into his shoulder.
The man cried out in pain, but instead of dodging again, he reached back and grabbed her arm.
Immediately afterward, he spat a stream of acid straight at the woman's face.
The woman screamed. Clearly, the acid had hit her.
The man seized the opportunity to spit another stream of acid, further corroding her body.
Amid the woman's repeated screams, the man took his chance, vaulted out of the stall, and ran without stopping.
But he apparently failed to