He took the opportunity while the two of them were busy fighting to sneak towards the door.
Five meters, three meters, two meters…
Seeing that the door was getting closer and closer to him, a smile appeared on Miles's face.
He could escape from this room immediately. As soon as he got out, he would immediately leave New York City. No! He would leave America.
The further the better. It would be best if he could escape to the Eastern country. He heard that life there was good.
In just a few minutes, Miles had already thought of his escape route and how he should live when he arrived in another country. Just when victory was an arm's length away, a foot landed in front of him.
It was a pair of men's leather shoes, clean and spotless.