Song Ning pedaled the tricycle onto another street. Just as she was about to cross the road, a helpful passerby asked her:
"Miss, what happened to this young man? How did he end up sprawled in the cart?"
He asked because the young man really looked as though he had tumbled headfirst into the cart. His head was jammed into a corner, and his neck was bent at an angle that had to be uncomfortable.
"I found him on the road. He suddenly fell ill! I need to get him to the hospital!"
Song Ning asked casually, "Hey, sir! Are you busy right now?"
"No! Do you need a hand?"
"Yes! Could you pass on a message for me? Just around the corner up ahead, less than a hundred meters away, the woman sitting on the ground crying is his mother. She's frantic because she can't afford treatment for him! Sorry for the trouble, but please tell her I've taken him ahead! They can come to Fengping Alley in a bit."
The man nodded repeatedly. "You're a real Good Samaritan! No problem! Go on! I'll make sure they get the message!"
Song Ning pedaled away on the tricycle.
Fengping Alley was just a short distance ahead. It was narrow and dark, with hardly anyone around even in broad daylight.
She had passed through it on an earlier stroll.
She dragged Song Jinbao off the tricycle and dumped him beside the road.
Then she took a pointed knife out of her shoulder bag.
Following behind her, Han Xiao saw a flash of cold steel, and a boning knife appeared in Song Ning's hand.
Shock and fear immediately gripped him.
Although he was on Song Ning's side, if she killed someone right in front of them, they could not possibly stand by