Tangning was lying on the ground, her mind buzzing, and something wet flowed down her forehead.

He held a big red ball in his arms, which was solid.

He didn't dare to scold God anymore because he was afraid that next time what would fall from the sky would not be rocks but knives.

He hugged the thing in his arms tightly, this was the murder weapon, this was the evidence!

You were beaten and bleeding, why should you pay some compensation?

When he has money, he wants to buy steamed buns, ten of them!

He also wants to give the little beggar a bun, no, ten, a hundred!

There was the sound of chaotic footsteps around him, as those people were grabbing the evidence in his arms.

Tangning curled up, hugged the thing tightly in her arms, gritted her teeth, and refused to let go.

A bunch of bastards, they've already done this to themselves, yet they still want to steal the murder weapon and destroy the evidence - are they still human?

First fists fell on him, then feet.

When he was a child in the orphanage, he was often bullied like this, but he still held the murderous weapon tightly.

This is not a murder weapon, this is evidence, a hundred steamed buns...

"Stop, stop quickly..."

There was a sharp voice, and Tang Ning opened her eyes and saw several people wearing official uniforms from costume dramas walking towards her quickly.
Chapter completed!