Although the short man had no weapon, he was vicious. He clung desperately to one person and refused to let go, getting beaten until his nose was bloody and his face bruised.
In the end, his arm was smashed until it fractured before the three men could break free.
The three thieves were furious too. They had originally planned to grab the things and slip away, but seeing this, they simply entered through the gate, stole a motorcycle beside the guard post, and fled in a panic.
After they escaped, the tall guard hurriedly picked up his radio to report it to the police. In other words, the three men had not gone far yet.
"Don't call the police," Feng Jun said quickly. He circled behind the guard booth, pushed out a motorcycle, and said, "Go to the hospital for that fracture first. Say you fell down. Get the money from Gao Qiang... Old Jiang, watch the gate carefully."
After saying that, he got on the motorcycle and shot off. The two guards exchanged looks, their eyes full of confusion. "That motorcycle... when he came out just now, was he riding one?"
Feng Jun could vaguely sense the spiritual energy ahead. Although they had run fairly fast, they should not have gotten more than five kilometers away from him.
If he used his spiritual energy to sprint, he would definitely be faster than a motorcycle. But even so, five kilometers would take time to cover. So he locked firmly onto the leaking spiritual energy and chased after them at full speed on the motorcycle.
That was right. Those guys were incredibly good at stealing—they had actually taken that Spirit Stone in Condensation!
As Feng Jun gave chase, he felt the Spirit Stone draw closer—had the vehicle stopped?
After stopping for