Chen Feng immediately quickened his pace and chased after Qianhezi. Just now, up in the sky, it didn't matter, but having descended into the crowd below, Chen Feng naturally held back a little and dared not use his Qinggong.
As Chen Feng ran, he spotted a red donation box on the side, probably belonging to those choir children. He fished out a handful of change from his pocket, stuffed it all into the box, and then set off after Qianhezi again.
Having just taken a hit from Chen Feng's King's Fist, Qianhezi had sustained serious internal injuries. She dared not pause now and, after crossing a street, she flipped down from an overpass landing right on top of a truck, beginning to gasp for breath urgently. Qianhezi had never appeared so disheveled.
