It was a beautiful day, clear and sunny.
As the sun slowly climbed into the sky, the temperature in the mountain forest rose with it.
Fan Lei yanked open the zipper of his jacket, shrugging it off with one hand while the other clutched tightly to his handbag.
He tossed the jacket aside and glanced back.
Tian Kui was in the lead, following him at a steady, unhurried pace.
None of the police dogs were barking. They just watched him silently.
The feeling was like staggering across a desolate, empty desert, only to find yourself being stalked by a pack of wolves.
They didn't rush in for the attack, but simply followed, keeping a constant distance.
They were waiting for you to collapse, so they could move in effortlessly and feast on your flesh and blood.
Fan Lei was speechless. His legs ached and burned, his lungs felt like they were about to explode, and every breath he took sounded like a broken bellows.
The handbag, filled with gold bars, now felt impossibly heavy.
