When we met An Ning's master, Boss Lei, he was standing beside a large truck.
"What happened?"
Zhang Rong hurriedly asked, "Who exactly sold us out?"
Boss Lei shook his head. "We don't know. Your grandmaster is still investigating. Right now, you need to get out of here fast. I'll drive you somewhere in this truck. I've prepared some supplies for you inside. Now hand over all your phones so the police can't track you."
Everything had happened too suddenly. We'd only just narrowly escaped being blown up, and now we had to go on the run and surrender our phones. We weren't being given any breathing room at all.
But the situation didn't allow us any breathing room, either. We hurriedly took out our phones and handed them to Boss Lei.
"What about Xiang Yifeng and the others?" I quickly asked.
Boss Lei's expression grew grave. "They were attacked an hour ago. Everyone except Xiang Yifeng was seriously injured. They have to go on the run now, too."
"We don't know which traitor sold you out, or how many people they betrayed, so all of you need to lie low for now."
At those words, all five of us went pale.
Zhuge Ming asked in a trembling voice, "We won't have to spend our whole lives on the run, will we...?"
Boss Lei sighed. "Hard to say. This is your enemies striking back at you. In reality, it's a showdown between your enemies and Qingyang Temple, only this time, it's a contest of connections."
"If your enemies lose, you'll be in the clear."
"Also, warrants for your arrest probably won't be issued, but you still need to watch out for the police coming to arrest you. If you're caught, it's a death sentence, and they might shoot you on