"We need to hurry up, we can't let this sneaky bastard slip away again!" Li Hao suddenly got excited, slapped Duckbill hat's shoulder, and asked, "Can you hold on?"
"No... no problem..." Duckbill hat replied vaguely, mouth askew.
"That's good! We can still catch up with him now! Let's go!"
Li Hao took the lead and charged out of the alley.
Suddenly realizing he had been played for two days and had watched helplessly as the helicopter was shot down in front of him, Li Hao's anger was "zooming" upwards.
Now that he had finally caught Ling Mo's slip-up, Li Hao wanted nothing more than to catch him immediately and vent all his fury on this bastard.
He looked back at Duckbill hat, his anger even more intense.
Duckbill hat had been severely beaten by Ling Mo using materialized spiritual power, and traces of Ling Mo's spiritual fluctuations remained on him.
So, initially, Li Hao almost shot him.
"Stay calm..."
He took a deep breath and gripped his pistol tightly.
