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Yimo and Tong Muxue ran to a nearby park, ducked into a restroom, washed the blood off their faces, changed their clothes, put on hats and masks, took a gun and two hand grenades, and walked away in broad daylight.

After wandering around the park for a while, they went to catch a bus.

There were only a few residential communities near the amusement park, but not many people lived there because the facilities were inadequate.

The taxis had long since been driven off by the local thugs.

The two chose to leave by bus and were now waiting at the stop.

"Hehe, Mr. Sakata."

"We're wanted criminals for stealing the Eye of the Abyss. Isn't it a little too bold to just take a bus in broad daylight?"

Yimo and Tong Muxue had no idea that An Bingyan had already completely suppressed the Security Post.

Yimo looked at Tong Muxue, who was grinning, squeezed her small, warm hand as she clutched his tightly, and leaned close to her ear. "Are you the one who's scared, or am I?"

Tong Muxue glanced at the hickey on Yimo's neck and pouted. "Mr. Sakata's certainly not scared."

Then she happily spun around, spread her arms, took a few deep breaths, and said cheerfully, "Hehe, it feels so good to be free."

There were only two people at the bus stop, so they could talk as freely as they liked.

The only other person was an old woman, bent over and laboriously making her way to the stop. She had just reached them.

Just then, the bus pulled up.

Tong Muxue glanced at the old woman beside them, frowned, and urged Yimo to get on first. "Hurry up!"

Yimo teased her, "Respect your elders. Let the old woman get on first!"

Tong Muxue