What a complicated mess this was.
Layer upon layer of complexity, it was terrifying.
It was like the praying mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
She decided not to take this route anymore and would rather take a detour, even if it meant going behind the factory.
Better safe than sorry.
Zhao Guihua circled back, walking faster and faster until she broke into a run. She sprinted while carrying her sack. Her throat felt like it was on fire, but even so, she kept running.
Tonight had been incredibly dangerous.
After dodging and hiding all the way, she finally reached the alley near Xinghua Lane, completely out of breath. She leaned against the toilet wall, panting heavily.
This wasn't because she had any particular fondness for toilets, but rather... she was waiting for someone.
