The three burly men wanted a quick fight and were impatient upon seeing Nie Xiaowu, a short guy, blocking the way. One of them kicked him down with a single foot.
The floor was slippery and icy cold in winter.
Nie Xiaowu, who fell on his butt, felt an almost splitting pain.
Enraged and about to get up for a decisive fight, a nearby shop suddenly raised its shutter with a whoosh, and with a quick thought, he came up with an idea.
He threw his head back and wailed, "People, save the child! Someone's snatching a kid, snatching a girl, snatching your beloved little girl!"
"Quick, people, hurry, hurry, hurry! Your little girl is about to be taken away!"
His wails, shrill and bursting with all his might, echoed down the street, where several shops were open. However, due to the cold weather and the deserted surroundings, there was almost no one around.
But Nie Xiaowu's cries brought several shopkeepers out to see what was happening.
