His cry was laced with clear panic as he watched his old friend thrust his calloused hands against the ground, his knees slamming hard onto the unforgiving concrete steps.
Amidst a swirl of dust, Liu Chuanjun quickly pushed himself up. Seemingly oblivious to the pain, he simply brushed the dirt from his hands and continued racing toward the door.
"That old Liu, he's at his age and still so impulsive."
Chapter 660