Luo Haotian's footsteps suddenly stopped. He heard a tremendous roar from ahead, like something had heavily crashed into the ground.
Stones flew everywhere, crowds ran frantically on the streets, Luo Shaohua's residence was destroyed, as if it had been slapped open halfway.
The situation was unexpected for him; it seemed that someone had acted before him.
Soon after, Liao Hua crawled out from the ruins, running his way, covered in blood, his left arm already severed.
Just now, he was talking with Yuan Shaohua about Luo Haotian, but the sudden change left him in a dazed state, feeling the pain and only thinking of escaping.
As for Yuan Shaohua?
Forget him, let me survive first.
Liao Hua had not yet recovered from his suspicious state, noticing a man in a black coat rushing towards him, seemingly targeting him specifically.
The rusty knife was dull and also obscure, making it difficult for anyone to notice it.
