Mighty gods, please save this lowly immortal!

Glass shattered with a loud crash. Wang Hu stared at the window Chen Hao had smashed through, utterly dumbfounded. Holy shit, this was the fifth floor!

Once the shock passed, Wang Hu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Under Lou Fangguo's threats and inducements, he had actually prepared to fight to the bitter end. No matter how today's discussion between Lou Fangguo and Chen Hao went, he had never intended to let Chen Hao leave alive.

Now that Chen Hao had jumped, he had saved Wang Hu the trouble of doing it himself.

Walking to the window and looking down, he saw a large crowd milling around a flattened car. Chen Hao, however, was already nowhere to be seen.

At the sight, Wang Hu was completely stunned.

If Chen Hao escaped, I'd definitely be the first to die! "What the fuck are you all standing around for? Go after him!"

In an instant, everyone in the building sprang into action, including the Black Tiger Society lackeys hiding in the woods.

In the woods, Chen Hao clutched his injured arm and limped away, gritting his teeth as he fled between the trees.

He had barely covered any distance when several Black Tiger Society lackeys lying in ambush charged out.

Although he was injured, with the Heavenly Book and the Tiger-Subduing Arhat Fist bolstering him, Chen Hao was no longer someone any random thug could handle.

He knocked all three men to the ground in just a few moves.

But before he could get far, another chorus of curses rose behind him.

"Fuck, am I really going to die here today?" Fear began to grip Chen Hao, and his breathing grew increasingly ragged.

He ran to a pile of rubble and hurriedly took out his phone to message Sun Wukong. "Great Sage,