Wu Yu Shi Jiao

  Is it just like this?

  Is Wu Miao going to be attacked by him, taken away by him, and from then on live a life worse than death, never to be reborn in ten thousand lifetimes?

  All I could see was him carrying the girl and running into the darkness. I pushed open the door, grabbed my whip and rushed out. Behind me, Tan Jiao's low cry of surprise: "Wu Yu!"

  He was indeed a policeman, he heard the sound and turned his head back, but I still couldn't see his face in the dark. His reaction was quick, and he decisively dropped the girl and ran into the alley alone.

  I was running with all my might, the wind whistling past my ears and collar. He probably didn't expect me to be so fast, my agile figure darting left and right in the narrow alley, clearly very familiar with the surroundings.

  I was almost right behind him, my hand was about to grab his collar, he let out a loud gasp, accelerated, and I swung the baton in my hand, heavily smashing it onto his back!

  He dodged to the side, but still took a blow from me, his entire back caving in at once. But he was incredibly stubborn and got up to continue running forward. In the dim alleyway, the night wind blowing on my face felt cool, but my eyes were scorching hot as I continued to close in with the stick. Seeing that he couldn't shake me off, he suddenly turned around and pulled out a dagger from his waist.

  No words are needed, a deep-seated grudge in blood and sea, now he stands right in front of me.

  Just as the two of us were about to make our move, another set of footsteps echoed from the alley. I was taken aback, but he just chuckled with a hoarse voice. A boy with a backpack appeared from the alley beside him, wearing glasses and holding a smartphone, looking like a young man who lived nearby and was returning late at night. He kept his head down, completely unaware of our presence.

  I cried out in alarm, "Be careful!"

  In the darkness, the boy slowly raised his head, but it was too late. The man grabbed the boy and pressed something against him. The boy was frightened out of his wits, the man laughed again, holding the boy back a few steps, then pushed him towards me.

  I had to catch the boy, almost being dragged down by his frantic struggles. When I pushed him away, he had already run deep into the alley, and our distance was pulled far apart once again.

  That fisherman's hat was very large and completely covered his face. I could see every single hair on the back of his neck, but not his true appearance.

  Just as he ran to the end of the alley, there was a more spacious and prosperous area in front of him. One of my friends appeared with a baseball bat in his hand, and he should have received Tan Jiao's message.

  His friend shouted loudly and swung a baseball bat at him. He dodged to the side, and his hand shot out with a dagger.

  "Watch out!" I shouted. My friend hastily dodged and didn't entangle, taking advantage of the gap, made a sharp turn and entered another alley.

  Damn it!

  The alley in front is close to the residential area, which is a nightlife district. The lights are bright, and several night stalls are open for business. There are also several bars with dim lighting, loud music, and people inside.

  I walked forward step by step along the alley with a gloomy face, sweating all over, panting, but feeling cold in my heart.

  We looked at the guests sitting one by one at the entrance of the queue, and they also cast suspicious glances at us. No one was wearing the same clothes as that person, and judging from their figure and age, none of them were him either. He is about 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin. Now he should be sweating all over his head like me.

  And in the bar, the lights were even dimmer.

  That person slipped away like a fish into murky waters and vanished just like that.