Lu Xuezhen was talking with Qin Qin when she noticed her gaze drift toward something in the distance. She followed Qin Qin's line of sight, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"What are you looking at?!"
Before Qin Qin could respond, a middle-aged woman dressed in opulent clothes was on the phone, looking at the green light and preparing to cross the street. Just as she took a few steps, a motorcycle sped toward her at high speed. The woman was utterly petrified; bystanders covered their mouths, and some even screamed.
Just when everyone thought a tragedy was about to occur, a tall figure tackled the middle-aged woman to the other side of the street, while he himself fell onto the pedestrian path, clutching his right leg with a pained expression.
The middle-aged affluent woman got up from the ground, still shaken, and began to curse at the motorcyclist in a vulgar tone.