Before she could think further, the man began to close in on her.
Shen Cheng was well aware of the current situation—strong enemy, weak self—promptly retreating before turning to run.
But the man had no intention of letting her go, advancing suddenly with a lunge, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her against the public phone booth.
Her spine slammed hard, pain shooting through her, cold sweat breaking out.
Damn!
Was he trying to kill her?!
Shen Cheng clenched her teeth, her complexion instantly turning pale as paper.
The man was like a madman in a frenzy, his thick hand clamping around her neck.
"Cough...hiss..."
Before Shen Cheng could resist, the air was completely sucked out of her lungs.
"Humph! I'm just taking someone's money to ward off their disasters, don't come looking for me if you die!"
The man said viciously, increasing the pressure of his grip.
Short of breath, Shen Cheng's strength was draining; her hands, that wanted to resist, fell limply.
