Lu Yuan sprinted madly, as if he had grasped the most crucial point amidst the chaos; despite the pain, he was exhilarated.
Looking down, he noticed that his thigh was also bleeding, with tiny shards of metal embedded in his muscle.
He had been injured as well.
But compared to catching the criminal, pain was inconsequential at this moment.
When he rounded back to the front entrance, he happened to see a minivan slowly driving towards the entrance of building 12.
As expected.
From the shadows of the corridor, four criminals were calmly walking out, each carrying a heavy black woven bag that seemed to distort the synthetic fibers from the weight.
The leading criminal coldly glanced at Lu Yuan; the man seemed a bit surprised that Lu Yuan could react so quickly, but he was unconcerned.
They threw the black bags into the van and sat down in the back of the minivan in succession.
One of them stayed behind, pulling out a cold pistol from behind his waist and aimed it at Lu Yuan.