Lu Xiaoqi looked back and saw that the figure was still following him. He broke out in a cold sweat; he had already exerted all his strength, yet he couldn't shake him off. Instead, the distance between them was closing, with nearly half a meter gained every minute. Good heavens, was this person even human? He should know that he, a killer specializing in speed, relied on it to survive. He had thought that besides his master, no one could beat him in speed, not even AA-ranked mercenaries could keep up with him!
But now, someone had appeared who was even faster than him. How could he accept this? If this wasn't a freak of nature, what was!
Now, Lu Xiaoqi was filled with regret. Why the hell did he take on this mission? Wasn't this just seeking death? Any other mission would have been better than this one; at least he wouldn't be chased like a dog, with only one belief in his head: as long as he could shake him off, he would survive.
