Picking up his things, Lin Zheyu pushed open the window and leapt down.
Below, Liang Yunhui and Liang Yuhan had already packed up.
"Oh, Mr. Zhao, where are you all going?"
Lai Mao hummed a tune, leisurely walking over from a distance. Seeing Lin Zheyu and the others, he asked in surprise.
Suddenly, a bad premonition rose in his heart.
He had just received Lin Zheyu's promise, giving him hope of survival, and had cast aside his worries, going out to enjoy himself.
Unexpectedly, on his way back, he ran into the group making their escape.
Even a strong figure like Mr. Zhao was fleeing, which hinted at the formidable enemy they had provoked.
Instantly, Lai Mao's mind raced.
His life was still in their hands. If he didn't follow them, even if he managed to endure the poison when it activated, he would still end up dead.
Following them, however, was even more perilous.
