Cui Hu pursued all the way north. His martial arts were no match for Ji Feng's, yet his vision was exceptionally keen, like that of a hawk in the dark night.
"Found him!"
He slid into a westward alley with quick movements.
A ragged beggar was hoisting a sack, preparing to leap onto the rooftop.
Cui Hu concentrated his energy into his dantian, stomped hard against the ground, and shot forward like an arrow leaving a bowstring.
However, the opponent seemed to sense something. As the killing intent closed in behind him, he turned and fired three concealed weapons toward Cui Hu.
"Damn it!"
Cui Hu's forehead twitched. He flipped mid-air, dodging the darts, and landed on a nearby rooftop eave.
The beggar used the opportunity to escape from the dead-end alley.
"Trying to run? Not that easy!"
Cui Hu pushed himself to catch up.
Seeing that Cui Hu had managed to catch up again, the beggar grew both alarmed and enraged. He hurled more flying darts toward him.
