Bab 38: The Nuclear Powered Fist God_1

The sound of the waves never ceased to reach the shore of the harbor.

Beneath the clear moonlight, this soul-stirring sound of the waves was somewhat of a buzzkill.

Xiao Fengchen, carrying a briefcase in his left hand and pressing tightly on his black hat with his right, glanced constantly at pedestrians ahead and behind through his thick lenses, as if he feared someone might discover his escape.

He had taken a ferry tonight on short notice.

If he were lucky, the Federation Research Institute wouldn't discover his escape until eleven o'clock tonight.

But if he wasn't lucky...

"Professor Xiao." Suddenly, a voice sounded not far behind him.

Xiao Fengchen's complexion changed, and he cursed under his breath.

As if he hadn't heard, he quickened his pace to leave, not caring as his hat was whisked away by the fierce night wind and he immediately broke into a run.

He ran for he didn't know how long.

He plunged headfirst into the jungle.