Feng Ju mustered all his strength and chased to the entrance of the neighborhood, having to stop.
The Black Face criminal and the special agent had long disappeared from sight.
"I can't keep up with the special agent's pace, damn it. If my root bone were better, if my martial arts cultivation were higher, I might have been able to keep up, maybe even kill that criminal on the spot in the house."
Feng Ju felt he had missed a great service, and the feeling of helpless regret fiercely gripped his heart, making his breath become dejected. He really wanted to improve.
Then,
A featureless, bone-white mask rapidly enlarged in his vision.
"Another one?" Feng Ju was astonished, a chill running up his spine from his soles, his Adam's apple involuntarily moved.
Then, his eyes shot out a blazing light, his whole head heated up: "Another one!"
