The Coercion of Scum

"Do you still have to put on makeup?"

"No! It's washing your face!"

The other party seemed to change his words quickly.

It's really puzzling, I thought it was really makeup. After all, the activities we carried out would spoil the makeup.

"Then when are you coming?"

"Isn't it early? What are you urging!"

The attitude has become bad again.

But think about it carefully, she just needs to fulfill her obligations, there is no need to look good to me.

"Hehe, then I'll wait for you, but remember to wear..."

I was typing leisurely, when suddenly a phone call came in.

What? Someone called me at this critical moment of molesting Jasmine, really...

I was a little dissatisfied with this, but I cared a little because of the remark.

Obviously, I said a few days ago that my individual help would end here, but why did she suddenly...

After thinking about it, I still answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Senior, help, help me..."

On the other side of the phone came the gasping female voice of Sydney.

My original leisurely nerves tightened in an instant.

Because I heard the panic and fear in her tone, it was uneasy that most people would not have, something bad must have happened.

After confirming this, I immediately raised my enthusiasm and responded to her with some urgency.

"Sydney, what's the matter?!"

"Me, I met a bad guy."

She seems to be running all the time, so the sound of the phone is very messy. I can still hear the lively sounds around and the sound of the soles of shoes on the ground.

However, it is impossible to tell where she is from these conditions, and I don’t know the ins and outs, but in order to ensure the safety of the other party, I still ask her straight to the subject:

"Where are you?"

"Renmin Road……"

I remember it was a downtown street halfway between my home in Sydney and mine.

Are there any dangers in such places? Are so many people on the street watching that poor girl being chased by bad guys?

I grabbed my phone angrily, and I secretly cursed that today's society is really declining, but the safety of Sydney is obviously a top priority, so I didn't have time to think about too many details, so I rushed to the door with a jacket.

"Go to Renmin Road!"

I stopped a taxi casually, I yelled at the driver, and after the middle-aged man looked at me with inexplicable eyes, he stepped on the steering wheel in cooperation.

I continued to speak to the phone.

"Sydney, you must keep the call!"

"Yes, yes senior!"

Her tone seemed to be crying, and she could hear her anxiety reaching its extreme.

So why do you encounter this kind of thing early in the morning? ! !

This is indeed worthy of my complaint, but I am more worried about her safety, because Sydney's gasp has become weaker, and it is obviously exhausted.

Although it would consume more energy to talk to her forcibly while she was running, I can only continue to ask her in order to understand the situation.

"Where are you now?"

"It's...beside the New World Commercial Building...that person is still chasing me."

"You went into the commercial building to hide, and did you shout for help?"

"I, I dare not, I'm afraid everyone looks at me with strange eyes..."

Her words are getting weaker and weaker.

Really, when are you still caring about your skin?

Although I want to rebuke her, when I think that some introverts do have a great sense of tension to be the center of attention, so put myself in my mind, I can't blame her.

The silent lamb is talking about people like Sydney.

Do you want to call the police?

No, if you call the police, you have to cut off the current call with Sydney. Now I have a huge anxiety. There is a hunch that if the call is cut off, I will never be able to contact her again. In this case, I absolutely can’t stop talking to her for a second. Contact.

So I turned to calm her down.

"Don't worry, I've rushed over, where are you?"

"I'm in the mall..."

"Be sure to keep the call!"

"I know."

Her voice was very faint, it would go out at any time like a candle in the wind, and because of this, I pressed my lips nervously.

Why do I encounter such a thing?

No, now is not the time to complain, I should be thankful that the other party has contacted me, maybe it can save her life.

"Is the other party still chasing you?"

"Yes, yes, but fortunately, he also doesn't run fast, and seems to be physically weak."

"Who is the other party? Rogue? Underworld?"

"Yes, it was a man I ran into on the street. He kept grabbing me and watching me and said he wanted to play with me. I was very scared. I broke free and started running. As a result, he started chasing me wildly."