When Zhao Rong and his assistant dashed out, they spotted a burly woman flash by at a corner in the corridor. Quicker than words could describe, Zhao Rong shot forward in pursuit.
As Zhao Rong and his assistant reached the corner, the man disguised as a woman burst out laughing. "You two really are simple-minded fools…"
Zhao Rong stared at the curly-haired man he was about to catch. "Kid, from your voice and your build, I knew you were a man in drag. If you don't want to get hurt, you'd better surrender now."
The curly-haired man looked at Zhao Rong and snapped his fingers. "You two think you've caught me by cornering me here? You've actually walked right into my trap…."
As he finished speaking, a dozen young female delinquents suddenly appeared, surrounding him.
