The rising artist Yi Lan lived in an old neighborhood.
The surrounding environnt was noisy, the road conditions were poor, and parking was inconvenient.
When Ning Youguang arrived, she parked her car at the World Trade Center’s underground parking lot, a bit farther away, and walked over herself.
When it was ti to leave.
She could only carry the painting fra and walk through a few alleys to retrieve her car from the World Trade Center.
Fortunately, the weather was nice today, with little grass sprouting by the roadside, large trees above beginning to bud, and the sunlight gently scattering specks of light on the ground.
She carried a painting fra one ter wide, which was a bit difficult to hold, but didn’t bother her much.
Until, when she was about to reach the World Trade Center, soone suddenly brushed by her, running at a rapid speed.
At the sa ti, she heard a hurried, panicked shout from a middle-aged woman nearby — "My bag! Soone’s been robbed."
Ning Youguang quickly looked towards the source of the voice, seeing a woman in a flowery outfit, slightly plump, limping in high heels and running towards her direction.
She quickly placed the painting by the tree roots at the roadside and turned to run forward.
Ahead of her, a tall man was running wildly, holding sothing.
With her routine of hitting the gym three tis a week, Teacher Ning’s running skills were no joke, and today she happened to be wearing sneakers as well.
Soon, she was blocking the path of the tall robber.
At the sa ti.
She could clearly see the bag he was holding — a green crocodile leather Hers bag, the kind of luxury won’s bag.
No way it belonged to him.
"Hand over the bag." Ning Youguang told the bewildered robber whom she suddenly blocked.
The robber wore a mask, looking young, yet his eyes were cloudy, filled with brutality.
"Miss, I advise you not to ddle," he said after recovering himself and quickly glanced around, "If you don’t want to get hurt, move aside."
His voice sounded sleazy.
"Give the bag." Ning Youguang looked at the robber, her face cold.
The robber initially felt a twinge of reluctance due to her beauty but seeing her so unyielding, his expression imdiately changed.
"Move!
He took a switchblade from his pocket.
Seeing the opponent had drawn a knife.
Ning Youguang swiftly kicked his knife-wielding wrist, causing the knife to fly from his hand.
With a "ding..." it landed on the ground.
As the knife was kicked away, the robber paused briefly, stunned.
Seizing the opportunity, Ning Youguang quickly snatched the green crocodile leather bag from his arms.
The robber reacted quickly too; he grabbed onto the other side of the bag just as Ning Youguang had snatched it.
"Looking for trouble?" The robber didn’t even consider the slender, fairy-like beautiful girl in front of him as a threat.
After his threat, he reached out with his other hand, intending to use his height and strength advantage to grab her hair and drag her.
But Ning Youguang moved even more swiftly and nimbly than he imagined.
She swiftly sidestepped his attack and simultaneously slapped him across the face.
"Smack..."
She slapped him so hard that the mask on his face got knocked partially off, revealing a face full of fat.
With his face revealed, Ning Youguang noted that the robber was around thirty years old.
— She then extended her leg, kicking him in the chest. 1314
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