Dizziness struck Lu Yizhou and he coughed into his fist only to come up with blood.
Damn it… Lu Yizhou looked around. People were starting to sneak glances at him ever since his tussle with Zion but fortunately, Moshe's people were too preoccupied with chasing after Zion to realize that he was supposed to be the 'pet' their boss had bought from the gladiator stadium.
The taxi driver had driven away from God-knows-when. Lu Yizhou discreetly wiped his palm on his dark trousers and straightened up, walking with a gait as casual as he could muster to join the crowd. He couldn't afford to get seen by Moshe's people anymore. Eyes darting around in caution, Lu Yizhou sought a place where he could use as a smokescreen.
Moshe was sharp; he would be able to put two and two together if he found out that Lu Yizhou especially came here only to return after bumping into Zion. Or worse, he might even suspect that Lu Yizhou had some kind of involvement with his mortal nemesis.
