The mere fact that [Mask] killed Xiaoliuzi means the young master won't let him off. He's doomed either way, so there's no rush.
The hunched figure transformed into a fleeting shadow in the darkness, accelerating to its utmost speed. He, too, did not bother stopping any cars, as his full-speed run outpaced even a taxi.
He weaved agilely through the alleyways, deliberately choosing shortcuts.
The coincidence of Destiny is quietly unfolding at this moment.
Xiaojiu had already given up on finding the corpse, yet the "shortcut" he chose unknowingly aligned with the path the "corpse" took when it vanished, gradually converging.
Seven minutes and forty-seven seconds later.
As he passed through a dim, narrow alley, his ears twitched, sharply catching a faint "buzzing" vibration.
"Hmm?"
His peripheral vision glanced over the accumulated sludge in the drainage ditch by the side.
"Whose phone got left here…."
