"Damn!"
They had barely emerged when they ran straight into a patrol of underworld soldiers.
The two sides were less than a hundred meters apart.
He cursed under his breath.
Wang Chen immediately ran in the opposite direction, with no intention of staying to fight the underworld soldiers.
It wasn't that he couldn't beat them.
If it had only been the underworld soldiers.
Since they had already run into them, he might have cautiously made a move.
To test them out.
But there was also a ghostly thing chasing them from behind the alley. If they stayed, wouldn't they be attacked from both sides and caught in the middle?
A chilly, sinister wind blew out from the alley.
The footsteps behind them had not been shaken off despite their rapid pace. They still followed at a distance, neither near nor far, as if they had already locked onto them.
Gu En did not look back.
Wang Chen ran, and he ran along with him.
The two of them flashed toward the far end of the street.
But their unwillingness to fight
didn't mean the underworld soldiers planned to let them go.
Having discovered the two uninvited guests, the underworld soldiers raised the firearms in their hands without hesitation.
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
Dark green ghost fire gushed from the muzzles.
Bullets poured without restraint toward the two fleeing men, intending to turn them into human sieves.
Pfft!
Pfft! Pfft!
Gu En felt a chill run across his back. A tingling sensation crawled over his skin, followed by intense pain.
Fortunately, the pain was not too severe.
He sensed it carefully.
Each bullet was only equivalent to a full-strength attack from a Seventh Tier expert.
Although they could inflict some damage on him,
it was basically just superficial injury.