"Heh, he still caught up."
Hawke Martin suddenly looked up, and a wicked curve of surprise appeared on his slightly curled lips.
Nangong Bing's mouth bled, her vision blurred. Just now, if it had been an ordinary person receiving that slap, they would likely have died at Hawke Martin's hands.
"Darling, let's pause for now. In a moment, I'll show you a real show, so don't blink."
Hawke Martin's eyes were wide open, filled with madness.
He gently stroked Nangong Bing's pale face with his hand, then his eyes turned cold, and two sharp gleams flashed.
With a swish, he soared into the sky.
His body transformed into black light as he grabbed Nangong Bing and burst through the thatched roof.
Whoosh!
Lin Zifeng tracked them through the woods, finding no one within tens of miles. The forest was very close to the villa cluster of Nangong Bing's family.
If the pursuit took a shortcut, it might not even take an hour to get there.
