บท 87: Tag.

After bolting through the city, Wu Kuang, thanks to his protagonist halo which was on life support caused all his pursuers to lose him.

As the medical protagonist hurriedly made his way up the mountain, he kept glancing backwards repeatedly.

Fear overwhelmed his entire being, his mind was on the verge of collapsing to the point it would only take a single tap on the back and he would fall into misery.

His appearance was straight up ugly, the blue scrub he wore was ripped up showing his half naked body.

His face was plastered with snot and dry tears, making his handsome face extremally unsightly.

After a couple minutes of glancing behind his shoulder, he stopped his movement and took a heavy deep breath and inhaled the clean air around him, he then took a good moment to exhale the air back into the world.

"I should be fine now..."

Wu Kuang commented to himself, still wary of his surroundings but not so on edge to the point of craziness.

"Indeed, you should be fine now..."