In a narrow alley, the footsteps of a limping man suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked behind him, but there was no one there. Nevertheless, his gaze was sharp as he scanned the alley.
"Come out."
The limping man said in a deep voice.
After his voice fell, the empty alley remained silent.
"Come out, I know you're following me."
The limping man said again, his eyes burning brightly.
"Heh, noticing me tracking you, that's not simple."
Qin Yang chuckled lightly, walking out from behind some clutter, smiling as he looked at the limping man in front of him.
"It's you?"
The limping man's eyes flashed with surprise. Clearly, he hadn't expected the person tracking him to be the young man who severed two robbers at the bank.
"Why are you following me?"
The limping man asked cautiously.
