Du Shangjing ran as if his life depended on it.
There was not a trace of emotion in Ren Wudao's eyes under his glasses.
But unlike Du Shangjing's expectations, he did not chase after him to kill him.
Instead, he glanced toward the direction of the airport, then slowly retreated into the alley, disappearing into the shadows.
...
Escape... escape!
Ever since being singled out by Fog Gathering, Du Shangjing had not let up on his physical training.
So even though he'd lost an arm, his physical condition was still much better than the average person.
The long run left his legs feeling as heavy as lead, but he still managed to keep moving.
Soon, he darted into a mall.
Though it was completely dark outside, there were still quite a few people inside the mall.
The coming and going of people reassured Du Shangjing significantly.
Even the noise he usually detested sounded surprisingly pleasing to him now.
