Footsteps were getting closer step by step.
Liang Zhiqiong took deep breaths in the corner filled with machinery, tightly gripping the dagger Mo Shangjun had given her.
She was relatively lucky, with only one person coming after her. She had sparred with him outside for a bit, initially summoning the courage to confront him face to face, but the disparity in their equipment became painfully evident after a bullet whizzed by her arm. After getting permission from Peng Yuqiu...
Well, she just ran.
With the intent of leading her pursuer away, Liang Zhiqiong wandered all over the place, managing to give them the runaround, and they hadn't found her in quite some time.
But now, Liang Zhiqiong was cornered.
"What's happening?"
An anxious query from Peng Yuqiu came through the earpiece.
Liang Zhiqiong, panting, didn't speak.
It was difficult for her to control her volume now, and the slightest noise could attract the enemy's attention.
