"What happened?"
Although the man was agilely fleeing ahead, he was also keeping an eye behind him. When Lu Xin jumped from the end of the broken road into the construction pit, especially, his heart jolted. He had even wondered whether Lu Xin would fall to his death, but he never expected Lu Xin's clumsy figure to suddenly become extraordinarily nimble. His body tensed and sprang forward, leaping into the air before he reached out and grabbed a horizontal steel bar, using it to propel himself ahead.
That speed was terrifying. In an instant, the distance between them shrank by two or three meters.
The man ahead was startled and immediately sped up as well, charging forward like a ghost in the night.
The two figures chased each other through the darkness, one in front and one behind.
At times they emerged beneath the lamplight, and at times they vanished into the shadows.
Whether they encountered telephone poles, apartment buildings, or abandoned high-rises, their speed was completely unaffected. Sometimes they ran along the ground; sometimes they leaped directly onto the sides of buildings and darted across them as though ignoring gravity.
The man had clearly become serious, and his movements were frighteningly strange.
He stretched out both arms and slightly bent his legs. With each pull and tug, his speed suddenly increased by a great deal.
But Lu Xin had gritted his teeth and caught up as well. His movements actually seemed even more nimble than the man's. Whether it was the tangled wires in the air or the narrow, cramped gaps, he could pass through them with ease. He was like a spider—or perhaps like a ghost whose form flickered in and out of sight—racing forward as though he were a bloodthirsty predator pursuing its prey.
Even when the