Escape

The dust slowly settled, and the Ram-Headed Man still inside gradually came into view.

"Boss!"

A group of gangsters immediately gathered around him.

The Ram-Headed Man stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

Ignoring the gangsters crowding around him, it fired out a chain and swiftly left the scene.

Leaving only the gangsters staring at one another...

"Where did Boss go?"

"Maybe he has something of his own to do."

"Understandable. Being a bad guy is hard too."

"..."

The Red-Clothed Man stood among the gangsters, equally confused.

He slowly walked to the center of the fallen snow dust. The melting snowflakes had spread a thin layer of water across the ground. Looking at his reflection in the water, the Red-Clothed Man fell into a daze and took out that group photo of his teammates again.

He stared at the photograph for a long time, until a gangster behind him interrupted him.

"Hey, red-clothed boss, what are you doing over there? Come on, we'll help you find your people."

The gangsters were quite loyal. Once they promised something, they would definitely see it through.

The Red-Clothed Man nodded and gently wiped the photograph with his fingertip.

"Can they really... be found?" he murmured softly, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Boss?" someone urged from behind him again.

Interrupted once more, he had no choice but to stop thinking and turn toward the group of gangsters.

But as he walked, he suddenly turned back and looked toward the small alley where Mo Ling and the others were hiding. After glancing over a few times, he left without looking back.

After the Red-Clothed Man left with the gangsters, the nearby residents gathered around