The red-haired woman reminded, "She's quite a fighter."
"Hahaha!" Qiu Die sneered and suddenly glared at the red-haired woman, warning:
"Shut up. Do you really think she can fight? Even if she can, can she take on more than ten people? I'll make sure she cries without making a sound!"
The red-haired woman dared not speak, thinking to herself that they wouldn't normally come into contact with her at Fourth Middle School.
Outside, a commotion erupted as seven or eight young men and women noisily entered the abandoned building, laughing and joking.
Through the building's gaps, Qiu Die spotted the crowd, and her previously twisted expression immediately turned excited as she shouted, "Come up quickly!"
Half a minute later, the cement room on the second floor sheltered from the wind revealed faces of those who had arrived.
On one side was a group of six giggling men and women, three males and three females.
