Chapter 1077: The Chase
In the hospital ward, a woman in a black tennis suit threw her gloves and mask into the trash can downstairs. Then, she looked up at Fan Meinan’s room window and turned to walk into the night.
Two minutes after she left, Zhang Heng and Fan Meinan arrived at the door of the ward and walked up. However, the woman in the black tennis suit had already reached the back door.
Five minutes later, Zhang Heng ran over and asked the security guard on duty, “Master, did you see a woman just now?”
“A woman?” The security guard looked at Zhang Heng suspiciously.
“Oh, she’s my girlfriend. We just fought her medical fees.”
The security guard was enlightened. He had worked as a security guard at the hospital and had seen many similar incidents. Hearing that, he relaxed his guard. “The woman in the tennis uniform is your girlfriend, right? She came out from here before.”
“Did you see where she went?”
“Was she heading east along the street? I don’t know where she went after that. You can call her and ask. Women rely on coaxing.”
“Thank you. She blocked my number.” After thanking him, Zhang Heng bode farewell to the security guard at the hospital’s back door and went running along the street. Tonight, Fan Meinan’s sister came to kill her. However, no matter what transportation she chose, she would definitely not stop near the hospital because it might cause her trouble after the incident. This was also why Zhang Heng felt that he could still catch up to her.
At this time, the woman in the black tennis attire had almost reached the intersection at the end of the street. Instead of crossing into the street after that, she turned into an old-fashioned residential area on her left. Three minutes later, she came riding out of the neighborhood on a red electric scooter. Then, looking behind and ensuring nobody suspicious was in the vicinity, she turned into another street.
The sky had begun to brighten up, but there were still very few pedestrians on the road. The street seemed empty. The woman in the black tennis uniform rode for about 500 meters, and just as she was starting to relax, she suddenly saw a Polo in the rearview mirror.
Although it was not time to go to work yet, some cars would occasionally run by on the road. Strictly speaking, that Polo was no different from other cars, neither fast nor slow. Based on its current speed, it would pass by her in approximately ten seconds. However, the woman in a black tennis uniform somehow had a feeling that the other party was coming for her.
So the next moment, when the Polo was less than thirty meters away, the woman made a prompt decision. She maneuvered the electric bike and turned onto the sidewalk at the side. She saw that the Polo didn’t slow down, driving past her.
Was it a false alarm?
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and she did not look at the driver in the car. The driver’s face was concealed by a baseball cap. The Polo didn’t look like it was coming for her since it drove straight through the intersection and turned onto another road.
Hence, the woman in the black tennis attire also got off the sidewalk on her electric bike. She was about to continue her journey home, but when she arrived at the next intersection, she saw that the Polo she suspected had actually turned back. This time around, she did not hide her intentions. She sped up and rushed toward the car.
She could already hear the droning of the engine, leaving her no time to ride the e-bike onto the sidewalk. Thus she made a prompt decision. She jumped off the moment the Polo was about to hit her. Rolling around on the ground, she got up immediately and ran.
As she looked back, she hoped that the Polo would slow down after it hit the e-bike and that it would cause another traffic accident. The last thing she expected was the Polo avoiding the bike at the last moment, then continue driving toward her unscathed. It was then that she finally saw the driver clearly—the man who had worked together with Fan Meinan to capture her last time.
The woman in the black tennis uniform felt her heart tighten. No one except her knew how powerful Zhang Heng really was. After that, she did not follow Zhang Heng’s advice and tried to contact the Horseman of the Apocalypse again, only to find that the latter had completely disappeared. Not long after that, the news started reporting the disappearance of a “Director Kuang.” The woman in the black tennis uniform had no choice but to accept the reality that Pestilence, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, might’ve really been killed by Zhang Heng. In the best-case scenario, he would’ve been seriously injured.
To injure a god with the power of a mortal… not to mention that it wasn’t one of those weak ancient gods that had retired from history’s stage. It was the Pestilence, a god well-known by everyone. The woman had no idea how Zhang Heng did it, but it was clear that this was enough to put him in danger.
The woman cursed silently in her heart. She didn’t expect to meet this demon god again. After getting up, she immediately climbed onto the sidewalk and ran toward the shopping mall next door. However, when she was at the shopping mall entrance, she realized that it was still locked because it was not yet opening time.
For her, though, it didn’t seem that difficult. She took out a key from her pocket. Not caring if the key matched the hole, she directly stabbed it in. A magical scene then happened—when the key came into contact with the keyhole, it adjusted its shape according to the grooves, allowing the woman to unlock the door seamlessly. Then, she plunged into the shopping mall.
Zhang Heng’s Polo soon stopped outside the mall. He followed in close pursuit, rushing into the shopping mall, where soon, he thought he saw the target running along the second-floor escalator.
The results of his long hours of fitness training and long-distance running were clearly displayed. In addition to the natural advantage of gender, the distance between the two parties was shrinking.
When Zhang Heng rushed to the second floor, he could still see the back of the target one second ago. A second later, however, the target vanished. The woman in the black tennis uniform seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Just when nobody else seemed to be on the second floor, the woman in the black tennis uniform appeared behind a jewelry counter on the first floor.
She picked up a magnet that she had thrown on the floor and put it back into her pocket. However, instead of moving immediately, she picked up her ears and listened carefully to the movements upstairs.