Seven days passed in a flash.
Zhao Lin and Liang Song played a daily game of cat and mouse with the bandits.
Every night, they would make their appearance at one of the four city gates: east, south, west, or north.
Relying on his superior speed, Zhao Lin always managed to evade the bandits' attempts to corner them.
The bandits were spread thin across the four city gates. Their numbers were limited, and they had to be wary of the city's garrison, so they didn't dare assemble in large numbers. All they could do was watch helplessly as the boys escaped.
"Damn it! Those two brats got away again!"
Drilling Mountain Leopard's face was livid. In the flickering firelight, he looked exceptionally fearsome.
They had sent out nearly everyone tonight, yet they still couldn't catch two mere whelps. He had lost all face in front of his men.
