Can't win, keep running.
Xiaofan is not a fool, there's no way he'd charge forward knowing he can't win.
But during the escape, Xiaofan was suffering in silence; he could feel his stamina lagging behind but had to grit his teeth and persevere.
For this, Li San, Han Shengjun, and the others could deeply empathize, being cornered by a group of assassins, each moment held a chance of being killed, and under such immense pressure, there's absolutely no chance of counterattack.
So, these two minutes felt like an eternity to Xiaofan.
"Alright."
Finally, Han Shengjun's voice came over.
"Quick. Cough..." In desperation, Xiaofan shouted, following a cough with a mouthful of blood.
Xiaofan could clearly feel his tendons tightening severely, and the inner strength was nearly in a dry state. It turns out, Grandfather Ren Zhongtian's thirty years of power gifted to him wasn't inexhaustible.
