Seeing Tang Zheng fleeing in a pitiful state similar to a mouse, the Dragon Bone Natives on the street who were furiously riding started to release a shrill and high-pitched howl. It seemed like their battle song, and they were producing some strange syllables in their throats, apparently communicating with each other.
Unfortunately, Tang Zheng did not understand; otherwise, he could have taken this opportunity to gather information. The only thing he could do now was to run full-speed towards the shopping mall thirty meters away.
"It will take more than four seconds, but I hope I won't be attacked," Tang Zheng knew this was a luxury. After observing the Natives' precise shooting skills, he considered evading them for a split second but dropped the idea considering the dinosaurs could catch up to his speed.
