Feng Qingqing stood just around the corner, her hair standing on end, eyes wide and fixed. She was braced to bolt the moment she heard them stumble or fall.
Suddenly, a loud "thud" echoed through the darkness, so startling that Feng Qingqing nearly dropped the electric baton in her hand.
A muffled cry followed. Whoever had made the sound clearly knew this wasn't the time to be shouting, yet they couldn't help themselves, whispering in a strained, urgent tone:
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