Carla walked alone on the road.
It was dark, and the streetlights on both sides of the road were all on.
Cars sped by on the road, and there were still a few people working overtime in the high-rise buildings.
Carla was thinking about something and didn't notice that a few more people had been following her until she turned from the bright avenue into an alley.
"Stop right there!"
Carla heard the voice and looked around. She was the only one on this small road, so she stopped.
A young thug with bleached The yellow-hair thug walked over, hands in his pockets.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and a scar on his brow bone. Behind him were five men with dyed hair in five colors, wearing jeans and T-shirts.
The gangster took a last puff, flicked the cigarette butt away, and looked Carla u
