1139 Acciden (1/2)
Zhang Zian sneaked a look at Fina after he expressed his views about Cleopatra's looks, only heaving a sigh of relief after seeing that it wasn't hopping with anger. It instead lowered its eyes.
Fina let out a deep sigh. ”You're not wrong, but this is still on the surface. Her beauty can only be truly appreciated when you see her with your own eyes.”
That was probably referring to her aura. No matter how perfect a statue was, it would be impossible to model someone's aura into it. A single look, a single action, could completely revamp the image of a dull, stiff person. What about Cleopatra, with her beautiful face? With the education that she had received and the knowledge and wisdom that she possessed and wielded, Cleopatra definitely had an aura that's one of a kind. It would have separated her from the rest of a crowd.
He would've loved to see Cleopatra with his own eyes too, but that was clearly impossible. His best bet was to imagine what one of the most outstanding women who lived two thousand years ago could look like.
While he was negotiating the price with the owner and nagging at him to carefully pack the statue up, Gao Ke and He He lost their patience, leaving the shop and walking about 20 meters before him and his elfins. 20 meters was not long and not short.
With the passing of time, more and more people came to the market. It was the usual time for the locals to have their breakfast.
Just as he finished his conversation with Fina, he heard Old Time Tea's cough. ”Zian, there seems to be a situation ahead…”
The streets of the market weren't too wide, and the intersecting alleys were even narrower. Old Time Tea didn't stay on the ground most of the time. It instead traveled by the rooftops, gaining a wider field of view.
Zhang Zian was still wondering what was going on when a woman's shrill shout pierced the air.
”Ahhh!”
Maybe due to the climate and land, like the sand particles that they often found in their food, the local young women didn't have the same brightness and sharpness in their voices that Chinese young women did, but instead sounded low and raspy. That was how Zhang Zian knew in a split second that this was most likely He He screaming.
What he'd feared had really come to pass. This stupid lass was getting taken advantage of. Without more words, he gave Famous a look, and the two of them rushed through the crowd.
There were a lot of spectators before them, most of them locals, while a few black-haired Chinese were surrounded in the middle. The situation looked quite grim.
Old Time Tea had reached it first, sitting on a lampshade to watch. It was invisible right now, which prevented it from stepping in to help. Besides, the situation right now wasn't dangerous to the point where he had to cut in.
Jack was trying his best to explain to the locals and to plead for their understanding, hoping that they would be forgiving towards a few Chinese tourists, but his voice had been swallowed by the rage of the crowd.
More and more locals started to gather, most of them buff young men. All of them seemed to be agitated as though they had just seen their greatest enemy, shouting at the top of their lungs and spewing their saliva everywhere.
Zhang Zian didn't know what was happening, and he couldn't even squeeze into the inner circle. He shouted ”excuse me” several times, but the locals blocked his way even more when they saw his skin and hair color.
”Help! Please, help!” He He sobbed, voice thick with tears.
Old Time Tea could see clearly what was happening, its beard twitching in anger. It saw that not only did these people have dirty mouths, their hands were unclean too. They had reached out, their dirty hands grasping at He He, pinching, shoving, grabbing, and trying to rip her sleeveless shirt open.
He He's hair had become a rat's nest, her light skin marred with bruises and lined with scratch marks, her phone long snatched away. All she knew how to do was hug herself tightly and scream her throat raw for help.