Zhao Xiaolan came to her senses, gritted her teeth, and cast one last look at Li Zhehao, who was still locked in a stalemate in the distance. She cursed under her breath.
"Good for nothing but appearances. What a useless fool."
After cursing him, she hurried to catch up with Wang Minheng. The hem of her clothes brushed through the grass, stirring up a faint, nearly imperceptible rustle.
The moment the two slipped into the grass, Lin Li's voice came from behind them, carrying a trace of laughter that was difficult to detect.
"Liu Jialin, there are two important targets in the grass over there. They ran the moment they saw you. Go after them and don't let them slip away."
Liu Jialin immediately stopped and looked in the direction Lin Li indicated. Two shallow trails remained in the grass. She promptly nodded. "Don't worry. They won't get away."
Before her voice had even faded, she had already charged into the grass. She raised both hands in front of her and pushed aside the weeds blocking her path, her movements crisp and decisive.
The light in the grass dimmed at once. Branches and leaves crisscrossed overhead, and only a glimpse of the night sky could be seen through the gaps.
Wang Minheng and Zhao Xiaolan ran at full speed, the weeds crackling beneath their feet.
Zhao Xiaolan followed closely behind him, clearly hearing the footsteps behind her drawing nearer and nearer.
The powerful aura belonging to Liu Jialin pursued them like a shadow, making her heart pound wildly.
She ran while glancing back, her voice trembling. "She's caught up! What do we do? Should we split up?"
Wang Minheng's forehead was covered in cold sweat that streamed down his cheeks.
Panting heavily, he looked back, then glanced at the fork