Boom—
The sound of cannon fire rang out without pause, and the earth trembled beneath it.
Black flames rose in columns across the city.
They came from houses struck by shells. Some had been utterly demolished; the rest were engulfed in flames.
Liao Xing stood in the middle of the street, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he quietly listened to the sounds coming from near and far.
"We need to find a way out of the city," Gu Qingshan said.
Liao Xing blew a smoke ring. "Of course we need to get out—but if it's on the way, I'd like to visit someone."
"Who?"
"The Front Desk Manager Lady at the place we stayed. She tried to sell me a map, remember?"
"I remember. The hotel isn't far from here, so we can stop by and see her."
As he spoke, Gu Qingshan set off at a run.
Liao Xing hurriedly tossed his cigarette aside and shouted, "Movement lock. Follow!"
His body began to run.
If anyone could see Gu Qingshan, they would have witnessed a strange sight on the street—
Two men running with great strides, one after the other, in precisely the same posture.
Several minutes later.
They arrived at the hotel where they had stayed before.
The two men stood at the entrance and looked inside together.
The beautiful woman was slumped over the counter, apparently asleep.
Liao Xing whistled and called out, "Miss, want a ride?"
"Since when do you have a car?" Gu Qingshan asked quietly.
"You wouldn't understand. Don't interrupt," Liao Xing replied.
The woman stirred, then suddenly lifted her head.
A huge chunk of flesh had been gnawed off her face, exposing the white bone beneath. Madness gleamed in her eyes.
She clambered over the counter and fell to the ground.