"I'll go ahead," Du Huansheng said.
"You're staggering when you walk. Let's see if you can climb these twelve flights of stairs first," Ji Yun said.
Both were injured. Du Huansheng's wound had split open quite badly, and the entire person was so weakened from nearly drowning that he looked like he might faint at any moment.
Ji Yun, on the other hand, had several broken bones in his back, shoulders, chest, and neck, along with two large handprints. If he took a sudden deep breath, he would start coughing violently.
To tell the truth, neither of them was confident they could deal with that extremely cunning escaped convict.
Still, their bodies involuntarily climbed the steps.
The hostage was a Treasure Mother, and there was a little baby. Based on their understanding of these death row criminals, he would definitely not treat the hostages kindly.
Cold-blooded, cruel, cunning, and even if resources were scarce, this pervert would cook human flesh to eat.
