deadxbite

Guangzhou, China. A bustling city, nestled on the Pearl River. For a port city with over 15 million people, a recent report showed that, when compared to other cities of similar size across the world, Guangzhou had one of the lowest crime rates in the world. The citizens of the city, more often than not, felt safe within city limits. Unless, of course, one happened to hear the deafening roar of motorcycle engines. On an otherwise quiet street, an American girl found herself sitting in a small restaurant. A server at the restaurant brought her the food she’d ordered, and she looked down at it with interest. “Hm,” Rebecca Po said to herself, inspecting the ingredients she could see,”this looks surprisingly good. I can only hope.” She had only begun to reach for the spoon, ready to dig into her soup, when the loud sounds of engines filled the air. Several of the other customers began to panic, knowing what those sounds meant. Rebecca, however, ignored the commotion. All that mattered