Beo ran through five carriages in a row before finally stopping.
His trembling legs could no longer carry him any farther.
By then, his clothes were already soaked with sweat.
The instant Beo saw Yuan Shikai, his sixth sense told him to run.
That terror came from his soul. His instincts told him that killing him would be as easy for the man as crushing an ant.
Ever since he had followed Touko out of the mountains, Beo had never felt anything like this.
He had always regarded others as prey, but today, he felt like the prey himself.
It was like an adult who had encountered nothing but elementary school children suddenly meeting a special forces soldier and being completely outclassed.
After resting for a moment, Beo forced his trembling legs forward. He had to tell Touko that there was a great terror here, and they had to leave as soon as possible.
Beo was still feeling relieved that the man had not followed him. What he did not know was that Yuan Shikai was already making his way toward them.
With Yuan Shikai's current reputation, however, someone recognized him in every carriage he entered.
Then a whole crowd would come over to greet him: mages from the Clock Tower, Executors from the Holy Church, and even Dead Apostles.
Yuan Shikai greeted them all with a smile. That was simply how social connections worked.
Beo finally made it back to his carriage and found Touko talking to someone.
By now, Touko had long since shed her girlish awkwardness. She had cut off her long hair, which only made her look more mature.
Touko wore a teal leather coat and glasses, sitting with her legs crossed and a cigarette between her fingers.
She was discussing something with two men, and