After someone threw the luggage down, other people started dumping the bedsheets and pillows. The robbers were unable to retreat.
"My bag, my bag! Husband, our bag!" The middle-aged woman's scream pierced through the carriage. It was like the sound of war drums.
However, no one cared about her. No one seemed to have heard her. Even if they did… Who would care about a bag at a time like this? Their main aim now should be to chase the robbers away and let the police catch them.
Ye Ying was the closest to the middle-aged woman. The woman stepped and elbowed her many times. She finally couldn't take it anymore and shout back, "Why are you still caring about your bag now? Are you an idiot?"
A bedsheet suddenly landed on her head. She instinctively went to lift the bedsheet up. Something hard landed on the bedsheet.
Some robbers had climbed up to the luggage rack and were fighting there.
