"Hoo—"
One kilometer away from the center of the battlefield.
Chen Sheng didn't stop running, heading towards the direction away from the urban area of Haizhou City.
By a slim chance, he managed to beat Xiang Zeng down before Zhao Zhenfeng arrived, and successfully left the battlefield.
Making sure no one was following behind, he casually took a set of clothes from a roadside stall.
The stall owner didn't even realize what had happened.
He only felt a gust of wind, and a piece of paper money slowly floated down in front of him.
Fortunately, it wasn't Hell Money.
Otherwise, the owner might have been scared to death in broad daylight.
Listening to the sirens coming from afar.
Chen Sheng continued to sprint, showing no intention of stopping.
Compared to Quanjiang City,
There were more cameras on the streets of Haizhou City.
If he stopped now, he would be easily captured by those cameras.
