"Stop that car!"
"Catch him! Catch him!"
The people, as if waking from a dream, immediately chased after it, but how could two legs outrun four wheels? At most, they picked up small stones to throw, which were deflected by the car's steel body.
"Hurry, follow them!"
"Don't let him get away; we need to make him pay!"
"Quick, quick, go get Uncle Hai over here!"
The few strapping young men in the front immediately sprinted after the car, and those behind followed, shouting and cursing, as if the entire street was pursuing the hit-and-run vehicle.
The other workers who hadn't left gathered around the child to discuss what to do, and by this time, Uncle Hai, who was inside the venue, finally learned that something had happened outside and was quickly fetched by some workers.
The workers made way for Uncle Hai, who saw a pool of blood reflecting the fading sunlight at the edge of the crowd, and his heart sank immediately.
