Marshall Morgan moved like the wind, executing the Dragon and Snake Step to its utmost. Although it was just a Yellow-level Lower Grade Step Technique, under the powerful burst of his True Qi, his speed remained incredibly fast.
In just a few minutes, he caught sight of the flat-nosed youth.
Hearing the wind, the flat-nosed youth looked back, nearly scared out of his wits.
How could he be so fast? Could it be that Quentin Ziegler was already killed? He originally thought Quentin could at least hold out for a hundred moves or so.
"Ah! Ah! Don't come any closer!"
The flat-nosed youth frantically ran, shouting incoherently.
But the distance between him and Marshall Morgan kept closing.
The flat-nosed youth simply couldn't escape.
Thud!
At this moment, the flat-nosed youth suddenly stopped, then turned and fell to his knees with a thud, the motion all in one go.
"Please, please don't kill me. As long as you let me go, I won't say a word about today."
