My face turned pale from indignation, and Chris put the tight clothes on me, changing my hairstyle into a braid. Then, he put a black mask on me.
Maybe in a hurry, he grabbed my arm and dragged me. As we made it to the car, he stuffed me in and sat next to me.
I heard him ordering: "Go back to our base."
The car kept going northwards, and I heard them saying that we had made it out of the Finnish border, and that the people of Xi family were hunting them down.
Night came, and soon I saw the match.
I was on the second floor, and he was on the first floor.
The first floor was an arena!
Like a demon, Xi Zhan kept fighting.
In the face of the attack from dozens of people, he was fighting back with a calm face as if this was his home court.
Despite the impulse to throw up, I stared at the arena, worrying that Xi Zhan would get hurt.
I would feel sorry if he got hurt.