The older woman was holding her head, stars dancing before her eyes, blood still flowing, whimpering with terror written all over her face.
The people around were all terrified.
They were all ordinary people.
Who dared to stand up to these folks who resorted to violence without hesitation and obviously were not good-natured?
It seemed they had stumbled into another tourist trap this time.
The last time it was a restaurant, this time it's a souvenir shop; if they had known, they wouldn't have come.
They swore that after leaving here, they would immediately quit the tour group, even if they couldn't get their money back, they just wanted to go home.
This was not a tour; it was simply too sinister.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I'll buy it, okay?"
Normally, the older woman was quite tough because most people are somewhat civilized.
But now, meeting a group of unreasonable people, toughness was of no use.
