The footsteps were very urgent.
It sounded like someone was trampling on puddles, running frantically in the rainy night, the pace extremely dense.
Fang Cheng instantly widened his eyes, looking towards the left side of the street, in the direction of the hotel.
In the dim light, he saw a blurry black figure rushing towards him.
"That is..."
Before Fang Cheng could even wonder, the figure had already sprinted to the front of the tubular building.
The drainage system of Old Factory Street was dilapidated, and a short burst of torrential rain could easily lead to internal flooding.
The rushing water, barely up to the ankles, didn't seem to slow that person's pace at all.
Like a black hurricane sweeping past, it flung all the obstructing rainwater away.
It seemed to notice the gaze from above.
The black figure also looked up, casting a glance towards the tubular building.
Those eyes were unnaturally bright, like green phosphorescent light bulbs.
