Fast! Fast! Fast!
Right now, Wyatt Barnes wishes he could sprout wings and fly straight into Victory City.
As long as he enters the city, he will be safe.
Finally, under Wyatt's nervous gaze, the old man stopped, clearly going to check the boy's injuries.
"Phew!"
Wyatt Barnes let out a deep breath, only then did he realize that his clothes had been soaked with cold sweat.
At this moment, he had the feeling of being suddenly lifted from hell to heaven.
Although the old man did not catch up, Wyatt did not dare to hesitate, he rode his prized horse straight into the city.
As soon as he entered the city, he heard the pedestrians gasp in surprise.
"Look!"
"Another prized horse!"
"Could the one that just passed also be his?"
...
Wyatt heard the crowds' comments.
With a frown, he dismounted, and while all eyes were on the horse, he took advantage of the moment to leave.
He disappeared into the stream of horse-drawn carriages and endless people.
