The vicious shadow, all fangs and claws, blanketed the night. Just as Yuan Huan prepared to rush out and strike, sirens sounded in the distance.
Their piercing wail tore through the night sky, echoing along the silent street.
"Calling Team Leader Liu, the Man-Demon is dead!"
In an instant, the aura of a Martial Artist filled the entire street.
Yuan Huan's movements abruptly stalled, hesitation and unwillingness appearing on his face.
"I still haven't seen that brat's face clearly. Forget it—where there are green hills, there will be firewood to burn."
His figure hunched slightly, and he once more shrank back into the darkness, vanishing from sight.
"Ten minutes left. There's still time."
After killing the Man-Demon, Meng Chuan's mind had regained a measure of clarity. As he ran, he thought back over everything.
"I shouldn't have any grudges with anyone, right?"
He frowned slightly as familiar faces flickered rapidly through his mind like a film reel.
Meng Chuan tried hard to recall his dealings with everyone, but no matter how he thought about it, he could not remember having fallen out with anyone.
"Forget it. I'll know once I get there."
Tianjiawan was a famous old urban village in Yong'an City.
Following the kidnappers' address, Meng Chuan stood outside a long-abandoned two-story brick house. His gaze swept over the surroundings, where deathly silence reigned.
There was still plenty of time. Meng Chuan quietly approached the house and looked in through the window. The interior was pitch-black, and he could see nothing.
He called his uncle's phone again. After waiting a moment, the call connected.
"Hello, I'm here."
"Come straight in. The door isn't locked."
The voice entered his ears again. Meng Chuan was certain he had never heard this voice before today.
But nothing was absolute; it could have