When he looked down, he saw two huge holes in his trousers, and the two trouser pockets were cut to the ground.
Mo Yan couldn't help but marvel at the thief's ability.
The trouser pockets only scratched the outer layer, and the bottom layer was intact.
Looking again, he saw that the bottom of the satchel he was holding was also scratched with a big gash, which made Mo Yan dumbfounded and happy.
This situation exceeded Mo Yan's expectations and made her even more cautious. She resisted touching the place where the money was hidden, and just moved her limbs a little to feel that the thing was still there.
The big stone hanging in her heart fell halfway, which also made her more careful.
It looked really unsightly. She looked around but didn't see Qiao Nanhai's comrade's sister, so she found a corner and wanted to sew up the wound on her body.
Otherwise it would be too scary.
"What are you doing? Let me tell you, I am a local and my husband will come to pick me up soon!"
A burst of noise made Mo Yan look up.
I saw two young men with long hair, bell-bottom trousers and toad glasses, half supporting and half dragging a pair of fashionably dressed mother and son to prevent them from leaving.
No matter how loud the woman screamed, there were people nearby who saw her, but no one dared to step forward to stop her.
The child was probably uncomfortable, his face was red, and his mouth was open but no sound came out from crying, which made Mo Yan couldn't help but take a closer look and squinted his eyes.
"Two big brothers, two big brothers, what are you doing?"
Mo Yan's narrow-mindedness came out to cause trouble again.
Not caring about his own embarrassment, he threw his cotton-padded jacket and trousers behind his back, stood next to the woman, and stretched out his hand to support the child who was barely able to hold him in his arms.
The woman seemed to have seen a savior, crying and asking Mo Yan for help:
"Sister, they forced me to leave. I don't even know them..."
"If you are sensible, get out of here, or else we will let you in vertically and out horizontally!"
One of them, a young man with a big black mole on the right side of his face, had a fierce look on his face.
The other one looked at Mo Yanjiao's beautiful face, his eyes rolled around, he came closer to the black man and said something.
The two men couldn't help but loosen their grip on the woman's hands.
Mo Yan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he took out the electric shock baton from the waistband of his trousers, regardless of whether it looked good or not.
He gave each of the two young men a slap, picked up the woman and ran away.
Behind him were two men lying on the ground twitching.
Many of these people commit crimes in gangs. They see their companions as "broken" and see that the other party is just two women with a child.
Several people slowly gathered over, and they all looked fierce. At first glance, they were not good people.
The woman holding the child began to cry and beg for mercy. She was so frightened that she could hardly stand. Mo Yan held her tightly, so that she would not collapse to the ground.
Seeing that the situation was not good, people around him took a detour.
A large space soon became vacant around Mo Yan and the other three, which seemed particularly out of place in the crowded train station.
Mo Yan gritted her teeth. If it didn't work, she would risk it.
She tightened her grip on the electric shock baton in her hand.
"Haha, if there is a way to heaven, don't take it. If there is no door to hell, you can throw yourself into it! Girl, you are so brave!"
A man walked over slowly, and the gangsters surrounding Mo Yan and the three of them gave way to him.
The man was thin and shriveled, with a scar running across half of his face. As he spoke, it looked like a centipede crawling.
Mo Yan was annoyed that he was still too impulsive. He should have followed secretly first and waited until night before taking action.
There was no use regretting when things had come to this point. Mo Yan watched the man walk up to him, pursed his lips and said nothing.
The noisy train station seemed to have pressed the pause button.
Mo Yan looked around secretly, hoping that police or soldiers would pass by so she could call for help.
Unfortunately, the man saw through her little plan, and what he said made Mo Yan feel heavy.
"Why do you think we are here?"
Yes, there was no collusion, how could these people dare to be so blatant?
"W-Brother Wa, my husband is Jiang Dalin, please show your respect..."
The woman cried and begged while holding her child. She put aside her fear of being relied upon by these people and told her man's name.
"Oh, Jiang Dalin!"
The scar on Brother Wa's face moved as if alive, and Mo Yan was afraid that it would fall off his face accidentally.
"Well, let Jiang Dalin bring two million to redeem him!"
The touch of Brother Wa's upper and lower lips heralded Jiang Dalin's coming disaster.
The woman knelt on the ground holding the child, kowtowing:
"Brother Wa, you sir have a lot of money. Please spare us. How can we get so much money..."
"No money? There is no one without money!"
Brother Wa felt itchy looking at Mo Yan's appearance, and whistled obscenely, causing the other boys to laugh and whistle one after another.
He had seen a lot of pretty girls, but this one in front of him somehow tickled his hair.
The woman stopped talking, and Brother Wa's thoughts were clearly written on his face. The girl still wanted to save her.
She couldn't be an ungrateful person, she would just pity her child.
The woman hugged the child tightly in her arms.
Mo Yan also understood and looked calm:
"You let the mother and son go, and I'll follow you!"
Brother Wa was a little surprised, and even more happy. She was indeed the woman he fell in love with!
The woman wanted to say something more, looked at the child in her arms, and shut up.
Too ashamed to hold up my head.
"etc!"
Mo Yan saw the woman's guilt and felt comfortable in her heart. The person she saved had a conscience and was not a white-eyed wolf. Everything she did was worth it.
She bent down and helped the woman up:
"Sister, the child has lost his soul. He is too young and can't find his way home. You go back and find a goddess and ask her to take a piece of the child's clothes and shout to the southeast of your house, and then use a rake to pull it. Pull it, maybe you can call me back."
Mo Yan wanted to draw a charm on the woman, but there was nothing useful around him, so he could only give this advice.
The woman held the child and knelt down to Mo Yan, crying bitterly:
"My benefactor!"
Brother Wa watched all this with interest, and became even more interested in Mo Yan.
"Walk!"
Brother Wa took the lead, and his minions followed suit, surrounding Mo Yan, and walked out of the station together.
The woman held the child and stared blankly as Mo Yan was held hostage by the bad guys and disappeared around the corner.
As if awakened, the woman ran with the child in her arms.
She wanted to go home quickly and find her man to save this kind girl.
The woman complained very much in her heart, why did her man miss the appointment and did not come to pick her up? If the man had come, maybe such a thing would not happen.
There were fewer and fewer people around her, and she was walking more and more remote. As she was about to leave the train station, Mo Yan slammed the electric shock baton on the head of the person closest to her.
Following the man's screams, Mo Yan ran away.
Behind him was a group of vicious, yelling and vicious people.
"Help!"
Mo Yan finally had the chance to shout these words.
