Fang Cheng had already planned his escape route before taking action.
At this moment, his figure was light and agile, scaling walls and vaulting over houses one after another, quickly vanishing into the neon-flashing night of the city.
...
Deep into the night, in the West Gate District.
Clouds drifted past, obscuring moonlight.
The suburban park at the foot of the mountain lay in pitch-black silence.
Only a few distant lights flickered faintly in the dark.
Whoosh—
A cold breeze swept through the woods, the branches rustling, whispering among themselves.
As if myriad shards of low murmurings arose, they stirred the imagination.
If coupled with the recent rumors of strange occurrences, it felt even more sinister and terrifying.
At this hour, in this place, no one would be wandering about.
However.
A dark figure appeared abruptly with the sound of the wind, flashing into view.
