His calf was so painful that he could no longer walk, if it were someone else, they would have been unable to move three days ago, but he still persisted until now.
The stone platform was very cold, and his clothes were thin; by now, both his hands were frozen.
Heaven knows how much he wanted to walk through that open door he saw just a moment ago.
But he couldn't.
These past few days, he had deliberately created opportunities for those two people, trying to lure them into making a move against him.
Only when both of them came close would he be confident that he could take them both out!
Otherwise, it was basically impossible.
Due to his leg injury, he wasn't sure he could catch up with both of them at the same time. And he was not at ease letting even one go; if one became the fish that slipped through the net, if that person were to hide away, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, how could he feel at ease?
There was a sticky mess on his calf.
