Zhou Mingzhu gritted her teeth. The moment she turned the corner and rushed out of the alley, she ran straight into a group of men slicked with hair gel.
They wore unbuttoned blue Dacron shirts over white undershirts, their khaki trousers tucked into liberation shoes speckled with mud—but their sinister gazes were a far cry from the usual neighborhood hooligans.
One of the men raised half a steel heating pipe in his hand and swung it directly at the head of Professor Huang, who was curled up on the ground, still clutching a kraft paper bag.
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