Watching him running past her with Deng Ting in his arms, Han Xiaohan wanted to stop him, but her body would not obey his orders.
Mr. Wu ran to the front of the stairwell and took a peek. He saw Han Xiaohan standing against the wall with his head lowered, not moving at all.
Feeling relieved, Mr. Wu let out a long breath. Just as he stepped into the elevator, he stepped back. With his eyes rolling, he turned around and looked at Han Xiaohan quietly again.
Mr. Wu was unfathomable, cunning, and had been in the underworld for many years. He was experienced and had a wide range of experience. He was so angry that he could not even pluck out his eyelashes. He thought to himself that Han Xiaohan hated him so much that there was no reason for her to watch him escape. Besides, Deng Ting was still in his hands, so he had no reason not to stop her, unless he did not have the ability to do so now. Thinking of this, Mr. Wu was greatly encouraged. He put Deng Ting down, pondered for a moment, and still picked her up again, holding her in his left arm. He picked up the steel knife in his right hand and cautiously moved towards Han Xiaohan.
Being cautious is a good habit, but sometimes being too cautious will lead to losing those fleeting opportunities.
He walked slowly and carefully enough, giving Han Xiaohan time to condense the internal energy again. Although his power was less than half complete, it was enough to scare Mr. Wu.
When Mr. Wu was two meters away from him, Han Xiaohan suddenly stood up, and at the same time, he swung his arms and the frost flew out of his hand.
This flying knife had no restrictions of time and space. Han Xiaohan swung his arm and the knife was already in front of Mr. Wu's face.
"Ah!" Mr. Wu screamed and used all his strength to turn his head to the side. His head avoided the damage, but his ears were not so lucky. Frost brushed his cheek and whizzed past. A flash of blood appeared, and a red and white severed ear fell to the ground with a "pop". Mr. Wu covered it with his hand and felt something sticky. He looked at Han Xiaohan, who was staring at him with those unique red and white eyes. He screamed in fear and did not have the slightest intention to try. He turned around and fled, jumping into the elevator.
Mr. Wu fled in panic. Han Xiaohan watched him disappear in the elevator. His eyes went dark, the world spun, and he fell to the ground.
When he first started to clash with Wei Yihang, he had already suffered internal injuries, but the injuries were not serious. However, he had no time to regulate his breathing and treat the disease, and he kept mobilizing his internal strength to launch attacks, which was a big taboo for people who practiced martial arts, and the internal injuries that were originally not serious turned into fatal injuries that almost took his life.
Han Xiaohan lay on his back for a full ten minutes. His internal energy was exhausted and his dantian was empty. However, he was somewhat comforted by the fact that he finally had some strength back in his body.
He didn't have more time to rest. Deng Ting was still in Mr. Wu's hands. With the latter's personality, there was nothing he couldn't do. He had to find him as soon as possible. Han Xiaohan climbed up with the help of the wall, and walked to the elevator in a short while. Frost pierced into the wall beside the door, and the blade was half gone. He used all his strength and finally pulled out Frost after a while.
Entering the elevator, he pressed the first floor button, intending to risk his own life to save Mr. Wu's head and rescue Deng Ting safely, in order to honor the heroic spirits of Brother Han and others.
"Ding Dong!" The elevator reached the first floor, and Han Xiaohan walked out of Pangu Building almost on the ground with the support of a knife. As soon as he came out, he saw the lights in front of the door suddenly light up, as if countless bright and dazzling suns suddenly flashed in the dark night, and all the light was focused on him.