"Taoist Friend Zhao, save—"
PFFT.
Before the man could finish, a streak of black light shot from the distance and pierced his chest. He pitched forward, and though he struggled to get up, anyone could see he was done for.
"Run," Shen Yunjiao said, immediately turning and sprinting toward Moyun Workshop.
Zhao Zuo immediately followed Shen Yunjiao, breaking into an all-out sprint. The surrounding snow was blasted away by his Qi Force, forming craters about thirty centimeters in diameter. He ran without a hint of hesitation. As for the co-worker he'd only met a few times, all he could do was offer a silent apology.
"Save some energy. We'll most likely be caught. Get ready to fight back."
The snowflakes hitting his face felt bitingly cold, but Zhao Zuo's mind grew ever calmer. 'Shen Yunjiao didn't abandon me, which must mean the enemy isn't unbeatable.'
