"Run, run, they are chasing us…"
Amidst the barking of vicious dogs from behind, Zheng Dong shouted with all his strength.
His face and arms were covered in blood and grime, some were old scars, and many were new injuries.
With him were a man and a woman, both looking equally battered, not much better than Zheng Dong. Especially the girl, who seemed no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features, but a terrifying scar stretched from her brow to her chin, making half her face as ghastly as an Evil Ghost, indicating she must have gone through horrendous experiences.
The three panted heavily, feeling their lungs burning, but each gritted their teeth and persisted.
Zheng Dong looked back; those vicious instructors with fierce dogs were tightly on their tail, about to catch them at any moment.
