Seeing the pursuers behind them all stop, Yu Sheng floated down from the wheelchair.
"The legend of the Blood-Colored Twin Fiends shouldn't be without you, Zhao Zicheng."
"Here, give it a try."
As he spoke, he placed the lighter and explosives in Zhao Zicheng's hands and continued pushing the wheelchair forward.
Zhao Zicheng's eyes lit up.
Copying Yu Sheng's earlier movements, he broke one open, lit it, and threw it.
He laughed wildly.
"Haha, keep chasing us!"
"From today until fifty years from now, everyone will remember the legend of me, Zhao Zicheng!"
"Everyone... until we meet again!"
After tossing out a few more small explosives, Zhao Zicheng sat contentedly in his wheelchair, a gratified smile covering his face.
The name Zhao Zicheng echoed through the passage.
It lingered for a long time.
It was also branded into the hearts of the Reserve Corps members pursuing them.
"Zhao Zicheng, huh..."
The Reserve Corps members exchanged glances, vicious smiles curling their lips.
"We're here."
Yu Sheng suddenly stopped, leaped lightly upward, and lifted the manhole cover above them. Sucker Punch appeared in his hand. Bracing its base against the wheelchair, he used leverage to flip both the chair and Zhao Zicheng up through the opening, landing them steadily on the ground.
Then Yu Sheng nimbly climbed out.
He warily surveyed their surroundings.
After confirming there was no one from the Guard Bureau around, he looked at the nearby city gate and accelerated, pushing the wheelchair toward it.
Several members of the Guard Bureau suddenly emerged from a corner. Judging by the energy fluctuations coming from them, they were all fifth-awakening fighters.
They were also the grand finale at the finish line.
"Kids, don't worry. We only pin down everyone who reaches the finish line once."
One of the middle-aged men spoke