Chapter 1892: Chapter 893: Search Escape_3

Having wandered around all day, by nighttime when there was no one on the streets, he went to the bridge he had planned to stay under for the night. Even though he considered himself wealthy back in Sancha River town, stepping out he realized that his savings weren’t much. He hesitated to stay in a hotel, so since the weather was warm, his thick clothes were lying unused in his bag.

The bridge was great; you could enjoy the night view, feel the night breeze, and, most importantly, save money.

Then something happened.

To say he was carefree would be accurate; he had spent a day and night on the bus mainly sleeping. Now, after running around all day and still lost in excitement at midnight, he didn’t feel sleepy.

So when he noticed some figures surrounding him, he sprang up alertly and started to flee — they were armed, whether they looked honest or fierce, they all held weapons. It would be foolish not to run in such a situation!

He wasn’t like his cousin, a freak who used to be scrawny but suddenly grew taller than him and could toss a tiger several meters with one hand…

However, although he wasn’t like his cousin, he had practiced Kung Fu since childhood, stubbornly following his cousin, eating heartily, sleeping soundly, training with a group of people. His skills were certainly agile.

At the training ground, several people were able to take him down, but out here his Kung Fu proved worthwhile.

The group clearly underestimated him, seeing him jump like a rabbit trying to escape, they hurriedly closed in. The first two to approach were directly knocked away by his bag — he was worried about his camera inside, but faced with armed foes, he couldn’t afford to care.

Then he ran, chased by them.

After a while, the group realized they’d underestimated the reckless-looking youth.

He ran so fast, in a blink, leaving those experienced fighters dozens of meters behind.

Luckily, they had cars…

Lin Haihu managed to distance himself from the group and was feeling smug when he turned and was shocked: they had cars. Not just one. It made sense, given the number of people, one car wouldn’t be enough.

So Lin Haihu started twisting and turning down alleyways, unfamiliar with the area he was blocked several times.

Only then did he experience what it meant by “two fists can’t defeat four hands.” Even though he was nimble, he was running on two legs, with a heavy bag, while they chased on four wheels. When cornered, he was panting heavily, while they were relaxed, he hadn’t fought many before tiring out.

Eventually, he dropped the heavy bag, grabbing a roadside stick, opening a bloody path, hiding everywhere.

The most crucial part was aside from the pain from injuries, he noticed a vital problem: his mobile phone was shattered. It took a hit for him, blocking something whether a knife or stick, now useless — ironically he should thank the phone; without it blocking, who knows if he’d still be able to run.

There was a public phone at the alley’s entrance, but he didn’t have a card. It was the city’s quietest time; no stores were open.

Even if he had a card, he might not dare go out, who knew if those people would spot him outside the alley.

So he could only hide in this carefully chosen trash can, pretending to be garbage — it was not far from the intersection, and if discovered, he could quickly escape.

Cities are great; trash cans are cleared promptly and relatively clean…