"He's catching up."
The voice of the head sounded in his ear, "Very fast, faster than your current speed."
Su Changxing kept his head down and ran forward, with the wind whistling past his ears. He hadn't expected the long-haired man to so decisively chase after him.
A familiar feeling arose, making him suspect he was once again encountering that person who everywhere recognized big brothers, but upon glancing around, he saw no one.
Ultimately, he could only conclude that an ambush might draw more attention; it seemed he had acted rashly once more.
Su Changxing glanced back, about five or six hundred meters away, the long-haired man was sprinting towards him, his figure unnaturally agile, like threads floating in the wind. Centered on him, the zombies' heads were severed into two pieces, with four or five being cut at once.
Su Changxing ran, pulling a silver-gray flash grenade from his waist, his index finger on the pull ring, ready to detonate it at any moment.
