"Madman." Liz ignored what Zhou Wen had said. She gestured with her hand for the officers to head over and apprehend the heavily injured Zhou Wen.
She had already wasted too much time, far more than she had originally planned. It was already hard to tell if they could take Zhou Wen away before the An family came. She couldn't afford to waste any more time.
The few officers lunged forward. By heading higher, the stone stairs had broadened. They were no longer as narrow as before, allowing them to rush up together.
But this time, Zhou Wen didn't immediately run. He sat at the top of the stairs, striking forward at the officer that led the charge.
This strike seemed soft and powerless as though he hadn't exerted a sliver of strength. The officer was nearly two meters away, so not even his sleeves were touched.
