"Damn it..."
"I knew it! I knew it!"
The chaotic, shabby street views on both sides swiftly receded, the air becoming thick and stagnant, pressing down on faces with hard, cold raindrops.
"Scar-browed" Batty sprinted in the direction away from the shanties without looking back.
His speed was fast, with every step, the shadow on the ground rippled like a water surface, and behind him, one could vaguely see some quickly dispersing silver mist particles made of magic.
Just as he suspected, this so-called "signal," "safe passage," was all a bunch of crap.
The nobles in White Cliff District never intended to leave them an escape route!
The Corner Shark Gang has been completely abandoned!
A drowning person caught in a whirlpool never sees a way out.
Only now, when Batty truly deserted in the face of battle and shed his identity as the second-in-command of the Corner Shark Gang, standing outside the scene, did he finally clear his thoughts.
