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On a silent night, two dark figures were racing through the darkness, with the one behind getting closer and closer to the one in front.
"Damn it!"
The figure in front glanced back at his pursuer and couldn't help but curse out loud.
This man was very muscular, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes that, even wrapped around his body, perfectly accentuated his solid muscles.
The man's features radiated a masculine beauty, his speeding silhouette resembling a high-speed human tank.
Long Zhixin, a master from the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, was there to monitor Ning Fan and Xu Ruolan.
"This Ning Fan runs too fast!" Long Zhixin's face was covered in sweat, his eyes slightly panicked.
Ning Fan's speed was just too fast, and it looked like he was about to catch up. If he were caught, the consequences would surely be unimaginable.
