In the end, the two men in suits could only hold hands, endure the excruciating pain, and flee. They did not even drive, instead mustering all their true qi and sprinting along, trying their best to find secluded routes with no one around.
They were practically running for their lives.
Driving back to the Tang Family would take at least an hour.
At the speed of Unusual People, they could get there within half an hour, but that would completely drain them both and use up every restorative elixir they carried.
At the same time, their movements would inevitably fall out of sync as they ran.
The steel nails in their hands would shift, sending piercing pain through them again!
Seeing this, Jiang Chen shook his head. His claim that only finding a Grandmaster within half an hour could save them had just been something he said offhand to spice things up a little.
If they insisted on believing him, there was nothing he could do.
"Let's go."
He waved a hand.
Behind him, Tang Yi pressed her lower lip tight, gave Jiang Chen's retreating back a long look, and nodded firmly. "Yes, boss!"
They returned to the milk tea shop.
Jiang Chen reclined upstairs to rest.
A little over two hours later, his eyes suddenly opened. Demonic power surged, and every muscle in his body instantly tensed.
Whoosh!
A square black iron dart pierced the window and buried itself completely in the wall beside him!
Jiang Chen turned to look. The glass bore an extremely smooth cut, a testament to the thrower's skill.
"Hmm... the Tang Family's death-dealing dart!"
Tang Yi, who was crouching on the floor massaging his legs with her fists, abruptly raised her head. She had been so absorbed that she had not even noticed