Yelling, Yu Wei and the peasant boy leapt from the third floor. Dressed in protective clothing, they didn't harm. Immersed in the thrill, the peasant boy laughed loudly and pursued, while Yu Wei turned somewhat pale. It was utterly clear from his visage that he was of the studious and frail type, utterly inept with physical activities. Just this short sprint had his chest heaving like a bellows.
Tang Zheng had no intention to take advantage of Tang Lu. He released his grip all of a sudden, turned around with his gun, shooting barrages whilst running.
Dark-suited robot agents followed, jumping down. The very last one mid-air was hit by a thunderball, pushed back a bit by the repelling force but unharmed. However, the next moment another twenty or so crashed precisely upon it, blowing off and reducing its upper body to a fireball.
