In the instant Wang Lan activated Farsight Vision, a silhouette flashed across the distant hotel's rooftop, soaring into the sky. It was at least five hundred meters away; even a Crescent Arrow couldn't catch up.
"He's gone," Wang Lan said indifferently.
"You... Who exactly are you people?" Li cried out shrilly. "You can't possibly be Zheng Ji's men! How could Zheng Ji recruit experts like you?"
