"Only a fool wouldn't run!"
Wang Yi cursed internally, then pressed his limbs against the ground and sped up.
Wang Yi's speed was astonishing, running on both hands and feet. He didn't seem human at all, more like an agile leopard. It's unknown how this old dog trained himself to be like this.
What frightened Wang Yi even more was, how did this damn kid train? So young, and already a mid-level martial artist. Claiming he's from a humble background, Wang Yi half-believed it, how could someone so ordinary defy the heavens like this?
Wang Yi already knew he wasn't Lin Tian's match. He could surrender and no longer have to escape like an old dog.
But if he admitted defeat, he would lose the bet.
He thought about reneging; honesty seemed worthless compared to the importance of the herbal medicine company.
