In the darkness, Gong Jue was covered in blood as he ran with all his might.
He did not remember how many bullets he had been shot with, just like more than ten years ago. He would not give in until his limbs were completely crippled.
As long as he had the last bit of strength left, he would not stop running.
Because in the bottom of his heart, there was a thought that firmly supported him. “I will go back even if I have to die. I will eat New Year’s Eve dinner with a stupid woman! I can not go back on my word!”
However, the staff and reporters behind him followed him closely like wandering souls. He couldn’t shake them off.
Gong Jue rushed onto the road.
This was a section of the viaduct. He would either rush into the driveway and be crushed by the surging traffic, or he would stop and be caught by the staff behind him, or..
He would jump down!
At this moment, Gong Jue didn’t hesitate.
He took a deep breath and roared angrily!
