Lin Beichen chased after Cobra's scent, arriving outside the commercial street.
Behind the commercial street, the narrow alleys served as maintenance pathways, dimly lit and narrow.
In the narrow alleys, the air was filled with the scent of youth and hormones, occasionally a woman's scream pierced through, then fell silent.
A shadow zipped past, the gale whipped up feathers, accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, like a ghostly howl, scaring the men and women in the alleys, causing them to flee in panic, not even having time to pull up their pants.
A few streets away, Cobra appeared in a sorry state, staring deathly at the rear.
Lin Beichen was more agile than he had anticipated, continuing to flee would undoubtedly be a dead end.
"Lin Beichen, this place will be your burial ground."
Cobra said leisurely.
As his words fell, a figure transitioned from illusion to reality, gradually becoming the form of Lin Beichen.
