He Feng was gasping for breath. He sprinted from the residential area's back entrance at top speed and finally stopped beside a nearby road.
He gulped down air, then hurried into the middle of the road to flag down a car, hoping a kindhearted driver could take him to Liu Xiaoyu's home.
But passing vehicles saw the blood on He Feng and the red axe in his hand and did not dare stop at all. They thought they had encountered some deranged killer and floored the accelerator without hesitation, ignoring him completely. Some drivers were even considering whether to call the police.
"Stop! Stop!" He Feng refused to give up, still waving his hands in an attempt to flag down a car.
Yet several more minutes passed, and he still had not gotten a ride.
It infuriated him.
With no other choice, he could only run toward the city center while trying to flag down cars.
Fortunately, one car slowed down and pulled over toward He Feng.
The window rolled down. The driver was a man around thirty, and he greeted him. "Hey, friend, need help?"
He Feng hurriedly said, "It's a matter of life and death. I have something extremely important to do in the city center. Can you take me there? Name your price. I'll pay anything."
"Get in. I'm not charging you." The man immediately stopped the car and opened the door.
"Thank you." He Feng got into the car and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are you thanking me for? Hold on tight." The man slammed down on the accelerator, and the car's speed instantly shot up.
This inconspicuous-looking car burst forth with unimaginable speed.
"Don't misunderstand. This axe isn't for chopping people. I'm only carrying it as a precaution," He Feng hurriedly explained,