The person ahead was fleeing at high speeds. Though he was fast, in Li Chen's eyes, he was unbearably slow. Li Chen had already kicked him in the chest before, and now the man was still suffering from internal injuries. If Li Chen couldn't catch up with him now, the title of King of the Netherworld would be nothing but a joke.
Both of them moved like phantoms. The man weaved through the woods, heading in the direction of the city center. There weren't many cars on the adjacent road, and even if there were, they wouldn't notice the ghost-like figures beside them.
Lin Yi's villa was in Linchuan New District, only a bridge away from the city center.
Li Chen chased after him at high speed. The man glanced back and couldn't help but flash a look of horror—was the distance between them getting closer?
He didn't dare hesitate. The man accelerated with all his might, and soon, he was on the bridge.
