Wang Yongbo listened to the sound behind him, like a midnight demon.
His face instantly turned pale.
His body stiffened, trembling as he slowly turned his head.
He saw that the middle-aged English teacher was once again lunging towards him.
"Ah—"
A terrified scream escaped his lips, without any hesitation, he turned and ran.
And just then, as he sprinted, he saw the elevator doors in the distance slowly open, and four or five black-clad men stepped out.
He looked as if he saw a savior, tears of hope gleaming in his eyes.
"Save me!!!"
"Help me!!!"
But he didn't notice that the black-clad men exiting the elevator, the leader holding a phone, seemed to be comparing Wang Yongbo's face.
After confirming Wang Yongbo's identity, he waved his hand.
The black-clad men simultaneously rushed towards Wang Yongbo.
"Save... Ah!"
"What are you doing?!"
Wang Yongbo still thought he saw a glimmer of hope.
