In that instant.
Xu Feng could barely contain the wild joy in his heart.
Yet a moment later, he withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged.
He merely turned and gestured for the gray-green miner to follow, then cupped his hands toward Blood Hand again. "Then I'll take my leave, Deputy City Lord."
Blood Hand waved a hand, his face full of resignation. "Go on, go on. See you later."
Xu Feng immediately turned and left with the gray-green miner.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, exactly the same as when he had been walking down the street earlier.
But the gray-green miner keenly sensed that something had changed.
Just after they left Blood Hand and the others' line of sight, Xu Feng suddenly clamped a hand around the miner's arm.
Laika felt a gentle yet irresistible force flow from that hand.
Then his feet lifted off the ground, and he was carried through the air.
The buildings on either side of the street raced backward through his vision.
Xu Feng carried him through Mining City's narrow alleys like a ghost, moving so quickly that his head spun.
In mere moments, they landed before the battered alloy door of Hunhe's residence.
Inside, Lieluo was sitting at the table, wiping his short blade with an oilcloth.
When he saw Xu Feng push the door open and enter, he first breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he immediately noticed something wrong with Xu Feng's expression and stood up. "Master, how did it go?"
"Go buy supplies for a long voyage immediately. Fill everything to maximum capacity. Don't worry about the price, and there's no need to deliberately conceal it.
"Once you're done, meet me at the abandoned slag heap three kilometers outside the north gate. Remember, don't alert anyone. Go, quickly."
Lieluo