The father and daughter were steadily approaching the main gates, were other travellers and transporters lined up to leave the capital. Since most of them were delayed yesterday, the number of people leaving the next day doubled.
Mei Deng massaged his temples, 'I just want to leave without any disturbance whatsoever. If those men truly work under Shao Yŭxuān, things could get messy.'
What Mei Deng felt was a simple intuition, suddenly turned into a nightmare, when he heard some noise from behind him. He looked over his shoulder, to see a man in rag clothing, running forward as though he were possessed.
The other transporters parted way for him, assuming he was a mental, and would damage their carts if he got any closer. Mei Deng opted to do the same, but thought other wise, when his sharp gaze noticed something odd.
'He's running in a funny way...' he observed that the man hugged his lower abdomen while he ran, as though he were caging something there.
