"What are you doing!"
"What am I doing? You brought the enemy here. I pray that nothing has happened to my woman; otherwise...."
Xia Liu did not continue. Every girl was precious to him.
He had not felt this way in many years.
He still remembered when his heart died, the time his parents were buried.
But now, as his heart was slowly opening again, how could he allow it to close once more!
The elevator was too slow. Xia Liu kicked open the iron door of the fire escape with a single kick, then channeled his spiritual energy and turned into an afterimage rushing toward the basement.
The Rose on Xia Liu's shoulder had already held her breath.
What she saw was scenery dissolving rapidly—so fast, faster than taking a high-speed train.
There was a dizzy feeling in her mind, and as she looked into the distance, her fear deepened even more.
The speed was unimaginable; it was too fast.