Midnight.
The cold wind blew fiercely as a black Nissan quietly drove out of the west gate of Xiang'an District, heading for the highway entrance.
In the car sat a man with a black baseball cap and a face full of stubble.
This man was precisely the Blood Robe Monk whom the police had been pursuing.
But at this moment, his bright red Zen robe had been replaced by a high-collared trench coat.
Even if he bumped into the police face to face, they wouldn't recognize him at once.
Two hours earlier, the Blood Robe Monk had successfully escaped from the police encirclement and slipped into the nearby Xiang'an District.
This district was one of his many hideouts.
He changed his clothes and disguised himself in one of the houses in the district, ready to flee Flower City overnight.
If it were just the police pursuit, the Blood Robe Monk wouldn't be so cautious.
