Han Xiaohan stood on the rooftop, with a panoramic view of most of the school, but he did not find the whereabouts of the Emperor of Heaven. Tang Rou was kidnapped by the Emperor of Heaven in front of him, which made Han Xiaohan depressed and blamed himself. Suddenly, he found a figure swaying near the school's residential area. Just by looking at the speed of the person's walking, he could tell that he was definitely not an ordinary person. Han Xiaohan was very excited and jumped from the rooftop and ran straight towards the person. His speed was so fast that his feet almost didn't touch the ground. Although there were many students passing by, when he passed by them, the students only saw a ball of black fog. When they looked back, the black fog had disappeared. Almost no one suspected that it was a person who flew past them, and they all thought they were dazzled.
In just a few seconds, Han Xiaohan had arrived near the building area and looked around to find the man's whereabouts. Just now, he was on the rooftop with a wide field of vision and could see very clearly, but when he got closer, he found that the nearby buildings were densely packed, and there were many trees planted between the buildings. There were many obstacles, so it was not easy to find a person.
Just as he was about to use his skills to check every corner of the place, a young man came out from behind an old tree. He was about 30 years old, with a dark face and a fierce look. He didn't look like a good guy. He was at least 20 meters away from Han Xiaohan, but as soon as he moved, he immediately attracted the latter's attention. Han Xiaohan turned around quickly, and his eyes shot at the man's face like a sharp lightning, making him feel his face burning, as if it was cut by a knife. Han Xiaohan looked him up and down, and from his figure, he could tell that this man was the one he had just seen on the roof. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
"Me?" The young man chuckled and said, "I know your name is Han Xiaohan, and I also know that you are looking for someone, a woman!"
Han Xiaohan suddenly had an idea and rushed to the young man.
The distance of twenty meters seemed only a little far to him.
The young man felt his eyes blurred, and when he looked at Han Xiaohan again, he found that he was very close to him. What kind of body movement is this? ! The man shivered with fear, and cold sweat flowed down his back, but his face was still calm. He swallowed quietly and looked at the other person expressionlessly.
Han Xiaohan raised his arm, bent his five fingers, and slowly grabbed the man's neck. His speed was not fast, even in the eyes of the man, but he did not dodge, as if Han Xiaohan's palm had an extremely strong suction force, sucking him firmly, so that he could neither dodge nor escape.
The young man watched Han Xiaohan's white and slender fingers clasping his throat, and sweat rolled down his forehead like pearls falling from a broken string.
Han Xiaohan said coldly, "Are you from Heaven?" The young man did not speak. It was unknown whether he was frightened by him or he did not want to speak. Han Xiaohan sneered, and exerted a little force with his five fingers. Suddenly, his fingertips pierced the flesh on the man's neck, and blood flowed out of the wound. Han Xiaohan smiled coldly, "Answer my questions, don't force me to kill you!"
The young man sighed and said with a wry smile: "Okay, let go first. I will tell you everything you want to know!"
Han Xiaohan didn't say anything, nor did he intend to take back his hand that was clasped around the man's neck. He just stared at him coldly. Under his icy gaze, the young man couldn't help but shudder. After a pause, he said, "You're right. I'm from Heaven, and I'm here to wait for you." He paused and looked up to observe Han Xiaohan's reaction.