And this time, the speed of the person in question seemed to have become even more diabolical, escaping the crime scene at a ghostly pace that surpassed a small truck by double.
"Stinky little brother! You better not let me catch you, or you're definitely not going to have any good juice to drink!"
The strange stranger's figure vanished in the blink of an eye from Zhao Yalan's sight. Although she knew the other party couldn't hear her, she couldn't help but clench her fists and grind her teeth, spewing a fierce threat. Luckily, this time she didn't have a mouthful of soup dumplings, so she wouldn't get scalded again.
The one Zhao Yalan had dubbed the escapee from the crime scene, Zhang Yanhang, had kept sprinting at top speed until he approached the vicinity of the school, where he finally slowed down and switched from running to walking. As for just now? That was entirely due to the moral compass within his heart taking effect.
