Xushu held the child in one arm, pivoted, and snapped his leg out, the fabric of his military trousers whistling through the air.
"You're courting death!" Xu Hua roared, raising his club to strike again, but a rhythmic sound of marching boots cut him off.
Xu Haitian led six officers from the Security Section into the courtyard, the brass buckles on their equipment belts glinting coldly in the evening sun.
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