Chapter 47-2: The Chase Game

//At the same time//

//on the 13th floor//

The blond boy and the peach-eyed boy settled into a proper, tight corner, poised.

The blond boy's eyes ran scrupulously as he surveyed the place closely, poised before resting out of breath.

It was really tiring for the two of them to run all the way here for their lives and settle down.

Everything that happened to them just a few moments ago, was completely illogical and seemed like a nightmare.

Once he had recovered his breath and his heartbeat had stabilized a bit, he backed up his revolver and then turned to the Asian boy, surveying.

His eyebrows raised with an expectant look, Amla. "How are you?"

In contrast, his colleague, who was currently on the dusty floor working on the tablet, took on a serious, annoyed expression amidst restrained despite his turmoil.

he swallowed "I'm trying. So far, the signal is still weak and closer to distorted. I'm doing my best here!"