There was more than one dining block in Exodus, and Woyu had no time to think about which one the man was going to. His forehead beaded with sweat, he tried to figure out a plan, but his brain was such a mess that nothing came out. Right now, he couldn't do anything besides picking up his pace and running as fast as he could.
Woyu had never hated the corridor more. It was way too long, and he could not see the end of it. To make his situation even worse, there weren't any pots or vases along the way for him to hide behind either.
"Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t…" Woyu rattled as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. His fat little cheeks bobbed up and down as he stormed down the corridor. His chest was burning and his legs were aching, but he could not stop right now. Suddenly, a certain sentence he read from somewhere popped up in his mind. 'He who touches pitch shall be defiled.' Woyu couldn't remember where he read this sentence, but he found that it fitted his situation right now.
