He could immediately go after the young girl, even though that would mean exposing his thinly veiled disguise to public scrutiny.
For a moment, he was genuinely tempted to do so, as everything hinged on this final piece. If he could only confront this helper and tell her everything—that the old man was hiding upstairs, and she needed to organise people to keep him there, that Pei Ye had already gone to alert the authorities— he would have done all he could.
He had just experienced the feeling of facing a powerful enemy with a companion, and the sensation of enduring this pressure alone while injured was far from pleasant.
But Yang Yan didn't move.
He forcefully restrained himself from taking a step forward, refusing to entertain the smallest chance of success.
Just to say a few words, maybe no one would remember, maybe there would be no trace left, he could just appear briefly....all it would take was one gamble, and this problem could be perfectly resolved!
