"If you're not home by 11, I'll come find you."
"Forget it, you third-rate assassin, after all these years you've made no progress, going out would scare me to death."
Master Tian waved his hand, too lazy to argue, and as he closed the door, his figure still seemed bulky and clumsy. But the next second, he leapt out of the corridor window like a monkey.
The third-floor height was nearly 10 meters.
His fingertips barely touched the drainpipe, and he floated to the ground like a feather.
Then, at a terrifying speed incomprehensible to ordinary people, he began running along the corner of the wall.
Strangely, when he ran in the building's shadow, even if he brushed past pedestrians, they were unaware, as if his form was completely hidden in the shadow.
"Huff.."
"Huff.."
From the city to the North Suburb, Master Tian was running out of breath.
After all, he was getting old. This was only about ten kilometers, and he could already feel his stamina rapidly declining.
