He Feng was panting heavily at this moment, sprinting at full speed from the back gate of the residential complex, finally stopping by a nearby road.
He gasped for breath, then hurriedly stood in the middle of the road trying to hail a taxi, hoping for a kind-hearted driver to take him to Liu Xiaoyu's place.
However, passing cars saw He Feng covered in blood, holding a red axe, and dared not stop. They thought they were encountering some perverse murderer, so they hit the gas pedal without hesitation, some even considering whether to call the police.
"Stop, stop." He Feng didn't give up, still waving his hands trying to hail a taxi.
But after several minutes had passed, he still hadn't gotten into a vehicle.
This frustrated him immensely.
With no choice left, he could only run toward the city center while attempting to get a taxi.
Fortunately, there was a car that slowed down and approached him.
