"Our Immortal Technique Committee now has four buildings, each dozens of stories high.
"Even if someone gets in, they won't find where Zhang Yuan is."
...
The third senior brother curled up inside the body of a fly, not daring to fly, only crawling along the ground with his feet.
Thud!
It was a giant foot, almost squashing him, but he dodged it in advance.
Looking at the giants coming and going overhead, he felt fearful, but his mind remained calm.
He lay at the entrance of a restaurant, on the black cement ground, using the dark color for cover. He wouldn't go onto the white tiled floor ahead.
Unfamiliar with the terrain of the Immortal Technique Committee, he didn't know which building Zhang Yuan was in, or which room…but he wasn't looking either.
He just quietly waited at the restaurant entrance, his fly eyes fixedly staring at the people going in and out.
As a fugitive, he had faced death numerous times; he lacked no courage.
