He hurriedly looked around to find a good hiding place , swinging his head as swiftly as a snake . While some might say that one could remain unseen with ease in any spot in such a far-reaching street , Feng would attest to the untruthfulness of this statement . Right now , the only obstacle was whether it was actually feasible because they , were , everywhere .
“ Well that was stupid , haha …” said Feng , laughing at himself for even considering such a case , “ how and when , did I become such a fool to even think about …. Wait !”
Much to his relief , he spotted an empty car to his far right . With a leap of faith , Feng immediately flashed into the only option for hiding . All of a sudden , he discerned that something , cold and chilly , was gripping his torso tightly , although the car was shielding him completely . Through the amber windows , the scurrying ones , the collapsing people , footsteps , even the shouting … just anything in his vicinity was speeding up abruptly . On the other hand , he wanted to duck , but to no avail --- whatever inside the car was fixing his back in place . It was so suppressive that he couldn ’ t even lift his finger .
Oh no … bad timing ! This is totally not a good time to have ca--- … nope , not in THIS particular position …
At this moment , Feng was in an equivalent of a covered-up wok . Little did he know that a being was accompanying him seconds after the door was shut , in which this being , most likely wearing a large heap of grey , seemed to be holing up for a purpose .
The being , in a merciless demeanor , pinned him down further like a jumble of rubble . Feng slowly acknowledged that right now , he was merely a small pork bun broiled by the whole wok . In a split second he felt powerless , being trampled on by someone unseen , breathing out roasting air to cook him alive . What ’ s more was that under the immense , sweltering heat appeared to be specks of dust orbiting around him , waiting to strike his nose when the iron is hot . Still , he was tough enough to make a grim reminder of not to let the dust tickle his throat , or else all his running and hiding would be in vain .
For some reason , the bloodshed outside never ceased and it was comparable to legions of militaristic poltergeists wrecking havoc around a small section of the Bund . Debris was everywhere in flames and thrashing of souls was as constant as the beating of waves at the shore nearby . The mood out there was turbulent enough but the situation inside the car was no better .
“ Arrrrg … whatever ’ s inside this … this car is … making me sick …” moaned Feng , struggling with the fever which was cramming his brain like a sponge , “ Wait , what ’ s … what is th-that thing … o-over there … wha-what are those …”
Albeit all attempts he just could not clear his head from the flickering vision . With his spare energy , Feng slowly covered his eyelids along his frame of mind , blacking out calmly as the Shanghai sky changed its clothing , pouring darkness over the souls , drop by drop .
Noise kept on banging throughout the night , where each bang enacted drove Feng further away from the deep trance .
The dashing … the hiding … the escape … um … gasp ! The gangsters ! They … they … why am I here ? And why am I so wet ?
Remembering his mission he squeezed his hazy eyes open . Right before him were the gangsters , whose expression pictured ravenous ogres craving for their prey . Showing their palms , the people hurriedly grabbed a handful of coins from their torn pouches . It looked like that they were executing a convention of some sort ,