Chapter 125: A Slash for the Smoker (Extra for 2000 Monthly Votes)

Having left the apartment at number 88 Ginkgo Street, Su Lun briskly made his way by darting through various alleys.

He was very familiar with the block near Green Street and quickly took shortcuts by climbing walls and vaulting over to the rented house he had leased.

The small device he had set up by the door when he left had not been touched, and only then did he feel safe to enter the basement.

The basement housed many pieces of equipment and mechanical gear, which were too bulky to take or tidy up in haste; he had to leave them behind for now.

Because he had long been prepared to flee, Su Lun's residence was always equipped with escape essentials.

After topping up a few storage rings filled with ammunition and supplies, he rushed to the dissection table.

On the dissection table lay a runic zombie, covered in healing scars. Su Lun looked at it muttering, "Old pal, whether we can escape this time depends entirely on you."