Alex, with a golden scale around his neck and his dagger clutched tightly in his hand, was racing against time. He didn't dare to look back, his only focus was to escape, as swiftly as he could.
The sound of footsteps behind him grew louder, and more frequent. Alex could tell that the number of his pursuers was multiplying. It wouldn't be long before they caught up to him, given the pace at which things were escalating.
"Curse you, Song Lijuan!" Alex spat out in anger, his voice echoing through the silence.
His hatred for Song Lijuan had reached a boiling point. He could not recall ever hating anyone as much as he did her at this moment. Every fiber of his being was filled with contempt for her.
