A figure fled desperately under the cover of night, moving at high speed. The paths he chose were unique; he wasn't simply escaping to less populated areas, as that would make it too easy for his pursuers to catch up. By using crowded places, he could quickly shake them off.
After sprinting across three streets and changing directions countless times, the man finally picked an alleyway and continued his escape. His speed was incredible and his explosive power was immense, with each stride spanning several meters. He would also use buildings, trees, and other objects to conceal his tracks.
Only after running for several kilometers did the sallow-faced man finally slow to a stop, bending over to catch his breath.
I should have shaken them off, right?
A cold light flickered in the man's eyes, mixed with a trace of lingering fear. His pursuer's strength had far exceeded his expectations; even Qing Zhu and Red Python had failed their missions.
"You're not running anymore?"
