Seizing the moment as the men looked at each other with darkened faces, Qin Yan grabbed Yan Xiaye's hand and sprinted towards a certain direction, taking the opportunity to loudly remind her, "Run—"
Yan Xiaye understood immediately and stumbled along, trying to keep up with Qin Yan's rapid pace.
But with her petite frame, she certainly couldn't match Qin Yan's long strides. All she could hear was the whoosh of the wind past her ears and the frantic pounding of her heart in her chest, feeling as if she were a kite being pulled along by someone.
The men behind them were stunned for a full few seconds, probably not expecting Qin Yan to be so decisive and quick to act. They were one step too slow as they crazily charged towards them, shouting at a cohort who was blocking the way ahead, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and stop them for me!"