"This little bastard really can run!"
The man cursed under his breath while using his prosthetic eye to lock onto Xue Jing's trail.
Martial artists are such a pain, all nimble like monkeys, darting here and there, it's so frustrating.
After shattering another wall, the man waved away the dust and stopped in his tracks.
The tracking traces displayed in his prosthetic eye ended here, with three question marks appearing in the upper right corner, indicating insufficient data to determine the direction.
"Got away?" The man's face darkened.
"No, if he could've escaped, he would have done it earlier. He must be hiding!"
The man switched his prosthetic eye mode from [Tracking] to [Insight].
"You can't run away, you cur."
In the dark red view, every detail of the alley was scanned into the chip for thorough analysis.
