Fatty jogged forward quickly. Afraid of making too much noise, his stride was awkward, like a waddling duck.
He had already handed the injured Night of Roses to Han Shan. Guigu, carrying someone on his back, was now following closely behind Fatty and Han Shan, his face filled with anxiety.
"Keep moving forward. Go to the end and turn left; you'll see the two-story building," Han Shan's voice said from behind Fatty.
Without waiting for them, Fatty sprinted forward. "Doctor, I'm here with news!"
The night wind was cold, giving him a throbbing headache, but Fatty paid it no mind. He rushed through the alleyway, less than three meters wide. Han Shan watched Fatty's silhouette quickly disappear at the end.
"Lieutenant, why are we following him?" Guigu's voice asked from behind Han Shan.
