"Whore, go die!"
Lu Fengxuan heard this curse by her ear as her body instinctively dodged to the right.
With her usual speed, even if a man attacked her from behind, she was ninety percent sure she could avoid this deadly move.
However, she forgot that she was holding a child in her arms, which slowed her speed by a few seconds.
Eventually, the sharp tip of the man's knife pierced into her left shoulder, then he forcefully pulled it out, bringing sharp pain that swept over her in an instant, and blood stained her clothes red.
Lu Fengxuan clenched her teeth and grunted, then spun around and delivered a spinning kick, knocking the man to the ground.
"Sister, you're hurt..." the boy in her arms screamed, his small body trembling uncontrollably.
At the same time, his tears fell pitter-patter, and his little hands tightly clutched Lu Fengxuan's clothes.
He was afraid and also seeking help.
