Little Fatty left.
Tang Fei also walked toward the center of the crowd.
At this moment, the crowd was his best shield.
He didn't know who had targeted him, but if they wanted to hurt him, they would inevitably harm the innocent people around him.
Today was New Year's Eve, and if a large-scale lethal incident occurred on such a festive and auspicious day, it would become an Empire scandal that would attract attention and spark heated discussion around the world.
Who could afford to take on that responsibility?
Tang Fei hid his body among the crowd, walking wherever there were more people.
However, even so, he still couldn't shake off the lock of that aura.
He could feel an invisible pair of eyes "watching" him.
Tang Fei wasn't in a hurry; he knew that at midnight, there would be a New Year countdown, and after it ended, everyone would plunge into the frenzy of energetic dancing and singing.
That would be his best chance to slip away.
