Yi Lin was quite fast.
Even with Xing Fei exerting all his strength, he could only tail far behind Yi Lin.
The footsteps of both carried the shadow of the national fitness exercise "Dragon March."
Xing Fei couldn't overtake simply because his attributes couldn't keep up; there was nothing more to it.
"Truly deserved to be from the Agility side."
Xing Fei lamented in his heart.
The TV station was four stories high, with peeling paint creating a mottled effect.
At the very top was a transmission Tower.
At the entrance stood a middle-aged security guard in a blue uniform, with a belly sticking out and his head bowed, squinting as if dozing off next to the door.
—Actually, he was already sound asleep.
Yi Lin directly activated "Shadow Sliding" and slipped in.
Xing Fei, slightly out of breath, saw how easily Yi Lin had entered and originally wanted to stride in majestically himself.
