It was two o'clock in the morning in an old alley. I was carrying a piece of braised chicken with half of the soup spilled on it when I saw three drunkards blocking my neighbor Su Xiaoxiao in a dead end. One of them had a bright switchblade in his hand and was tearing at her collar. I slowly put down the takeout box and took out the rusty iron lighter. The moment the tip of the knife struck the girl's cheek, the lighter in my hand hit his wrist bone accurately. The sound of cracking bones was loud and clear. I yawned and said in a calm tone: "This takeout order is urgent. Don't delay me from earning the three yuan for errand fees."
