"Excuse me, sorry. Excuse me!" Manfeld said as he elbowed through the crowd. The refugees who stirred up trouble immediately rested their eyes on him.
"Who's this guy?" a man snarled. "I know you can't wait, but you've got to until I'm done with her."
He was the person who had just laughed. Manfeld soon figured out that he was the leader of the gang. It was almost impossible to rescue the woman from the hands of a dozen gangsters since he had no weapon. The only way was to beat the leader and take away the woman when the others were still in a shock at the resultant chaos.
Manfeld extended out his hands and walked a few steps forward as calmly as he could before he said, "I'm here to remind you that someone has already informed the guards in black. If you don't run now, it'll be too late." In the meantime, he eyed the woman, in a hope that she would understand that he was not one of them. However, the woman was non-responsive. She simply tilted her head, looking utterly confused.
