Evening enveloped the streets as a desperate rescue unfolded.
As the mysterious character's search for the assassin came up empty, the gathering crowd finally grasped what had happened.
Amidst screams, the figure crouched on the ground began to sway before vomiting a mouthful of blood, their chest awash in red and green.
"I'm okay, we need to leave this place quickly."
Despite the blur of consciousness, Ji Liushuang clenched her teeth as she spoke.
This bastard struck too harshly—if she hadn't dodged quickly, she might not even be able to speak now.
"Liushuang, what happened to you?"
Just as the mysterious character nodded in agreement, having tended to her wounds and helped her up, someone else arrived in a hurried rush, their face turning colors upon witnessing the scene.
...
Even without following in real time, they were always tracking movements using various methods.
Observing the backup that arrived just moments slower than himself, Fu Qian felt contemplative.
