C112 It's Still a Trap

"Whoosh, whoosh." I lay on the ground and panted heavily, fingers firmly digging into the soil. I could hear the "buzzing" sounds of my ears, mixed with Xiao Qing's sobbing, the mocking laughter of the surrounding thugs, and the Footsteps s whose red hair were lingering around me.

"Hur hur." The red haired man stood in front of me and coldly said