Chapter 802: Type Of Pet

There was more than one dining block in Exodus, and Woyu had no time to think about which one the man was going to. His forehead beaded with sweat, he tried to figure out a plan, but his brain was such a mess that nothing came out. Right now, he couldn't do anything besides picking up his pace and running as fast as he could.

Woyu had never hated the corridor more. It was way too long, and he could not see the end of it. To make his situation even worse, there weren't any pots or vases along the way for him to hide behind either.