Chapter 66

Zhou Mingzhu’s heart was in her throat. She walked with extreme caution, every step heavy with wariness. She desperately hoped the person behind her wouldn't catch up. Earlier, she had secretly observed him: while he seemed to scan his surroundings casually, his eyes would pinpoint targets with lethal precision. There was no wasted movement, and his every action screamed veteran experience—he was clearly a seasoned predator. Zhou Mingzhu, however, was just a fragile girl who had practiced a few horse stances and thrown a few sloppy punches over the past few days. If she were to go head-to-head with a human trafficker who had likely spent years, perhaps even decades, making a living by killing and robbing? That would be like throwing an egg against a rock.