So apart from garbage, feces, and urine, there's really nothing else here.
The people behind him were closing in fast, he felt like his lungs were starting to burn.
Ever since he didn't have to run as much as he did in the past to avoid trouble, he rarely exerted himself so much.
This led to a huge decline in his stamina, so much that he was already gasping for breath after running for a short while.
Run, run faster, or he'll die!
Clearly, there were only two people behind him, but he had a feeling, as long as he stopped, he would die!
He was cursing everyone who took the slightly useful things from this box, the fools and the homeless.
He also hoped that his men could catch up quickly and help him escape the slaughter!
If he could just survive this assassination attempt, he promised, he'd immediately leave the Port District.
He actually knew, knew who arranged for people to assassinate him, and he regretted a little now why he opposed it back then?
