The pedestrians were becoming scarcer, and the alley deeper.
The silhouette of the young girl was slender and graceful, walking alone in the smoke-gray alley against the backdrop of the pale golden sunset, evoking a sense of fragile beauty.
Three hefty shadows followed behind her, three burly men with broad shoulders and thick waists. Two of them carried a burlap sack between them, while the other held a rolling pin as thick as a wrist.
When they were ten paces away from the girl, the man with the rolling pin suddenly shouted fiercely and sprinted forward at full speed, aiming the rolling pin at the girl's slender back.
Halfway through the charge, his figure suddenly froze in a bizarre manner, still maintaining the running posture.
The girl's figure, initially ahead, appeared like a ghost before him in an instant, and she kicked without hesitation.
The man flew.
He flew straight into the wide-open burlap sack held by the two men behind.
