"This kid, so fast." Gan Hu saw how fast he was, almost unable to react himself.
Immediately, he also ran down, closely followed by Yao Zuo.
Like the wind, they seemed to forget to breathe, clutching the railing, desperately running down.
At this moment, they had only one goal in their eyes:
Get downstairs!
The thin man's running speed was incredibly fast, even reaching the back, taking five steps at a time.
Faster still, a half-flight, a step in the middle, then leaping down.
Gan Hu found it very strenuous following behind, watching the thin man jumping like a monkey in front, couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, slow, slow down."
Running too fast, he nearly choked while speaking.
But the thin man below seemed not to hear Gan Hu's words, running even faster.
In fact, he heard it, but he knew that safely escaping was now more important.
If he could survive, nothing else mattered.
