bookcurios Chapter 459 Slowed down a bit
Chapter 459 Slowed down a bit
At the same time, the man in gray frowned, clearly thrown off balance by the sudden movement. He tried to quickly adjust his posture, but Su Ming had already kicked open another door to the restroom and quickly entered a more secluded corner.
The gray-clothed figure didn't chase him in. Instead, he stood at the doorway, his brow furrowed, as if making some kind of judgment. At this moment, Su Ming's mood became increasingly complicated. Although he had exhausted all his means, a sense of unease still spread. How much change could Zheng Yaoxian's arrival bring?
Su Ming took a deep breath, a calm glint in his eyes. The restroom was cramped, and the enemy had already begun to surround him. The pressure of time was like an invisible chain, tightening ever tighter. He vaguely knew that the enemies outside, through the coordinated efforts of various parties, were gradually forming a siege. The gray-clothed man's calm demeanor clearly showed that he wasn't just dealing with things casually. He was biding his time, waiting for the slightest flaw in himself.
However, Su Ming had no intention of becoming their prey. At least for this moment, he still had a chance to turn the tables. He reached out and touched his clothes, his mind already forming a plan for escape. The cold wind outside was already biting, and all this provided him with a new opportunity to hide.
"Cold weather..." Su Ming thought silently in his mind, "Perhaps I can take advantage of it."
His heartbeat still raged, and every inch of his body seemed to be in a state of icy alertness. Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, Su Ming's mind raced. A detail that might have been overlooked suddenly surfaced in his mind: the scattered clothes in the bathroom, the coat hanging on the wall—all of these could become tools for him to change his identity.
Su Ming didn't have time to think about anything else. He quickly pulled a clothes hanger from behind the door and took down a seemingly ordinary dark gray coat. The coat looked a little old in the dim light, and the color was a little faded, but considering the cold weather outside, it was the perfect tool for him to conceal his identity.
He quickly took off his jacket and pulled the coat on, buttoning it loosely. The dark grey coat was loose, concealing his original clothing and making his figure less conspicuous. After quickly changing in just a few seconds, Su Ming quickly glanced at himself in the mirror, ensuring that no part of his unique signature features were exposed.
"Pretend I don't care, pretend I'm just an ordinary person," he muttered silently. A strategy was already forming in his mind. The act of changing his appearance wasn't complicated; the key lay in making it appear natural. If he could blend in smoothly and use this disguise to conceal his presence, perhaps he could buy himself more time.
Before anyone outside could notice, Su Ming took a deep breath, feeling every line in his body relax. His heartbeat was no longer rapid, but settled into a calm rhythm. This calmness reinforced his conviction that, despite the approaching enemy, he could still control the situation, as long as he remained calm and used rational judgment.
He walked towards the restroom door, his face devoid of any panic, as if nothing had happened. His steps were steady, like an ordinary person rushing in. The enemy outside might have been completely misled, even thinking he was just stopping by or on his way. Without time for reflection, he lowered his head to adjust the collar of his coat and pulled his hat down to partially obscure his face.
Outside, the icy wind still blew, snowflakes drifted down recklessly, seemingly shrouding the entire city in cold. However, Su Ming's mood gradually calmed as the chilling wind blew. He knew that the outcome was entirely within his control. As long as the enemies outside didn't see through him, disguising himself as an ordinary passerby and disappearing into the crowd wouldn't be difficult.
He slowly emerged from the restroom, trying to maintain a normal pace. Each step was cautious, as if blending in with his surroundings. He noticed that several people were milling about in the hall outside, seemingly oblivious to the sudden appearance of this "stranger." This gave Su Ming more confidence. After all, he knew that if he could temporarily avoid their sight, he would have a chance to strike back.
However, just as he was about to cross the hall, his gaze suddenly swept to a corner and froze. He saw Zheng Yaoxian standing there, his eyes cold and distant, seemingly unwilling to approach him. And around Zheng Yaoxian, the vague figures of several people could be seen, low-key yet threatening.
"Zheng Yaoxian." Su Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his inner anxiety slightly eased by this unexpected meeting. He knew that Zheng Yaoxian's appearance meant that support had arrived. At least, he would no longer be fighting alone during this period.
Su Ming didn't approach Zheng Yaoxian, but instead stood to the side of the hall, quietly observing his movements. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. After all, the enemy's network was gradually forming, and the net around him was beginning to tighten. If he accidentally exposed his whereabouts, he might not even have a chance to escape.
He raised his head and glanced at Zheng Yaoxian, who stood in the corner. Their gazes intersected in mid-air, and for a few brief seconds, time seemed to freeze. The calmness and composure in Zheng Yaoxian's eyes startled Su Ming. He knew that this man had already seen through the situation and perhaps had already devised his own counterattack.
"If I can successfully avoid the enemy's sight, I can reunite with him." Su Ming made a silent decision in his heart. He knew that this was not just hiding, but a strategic "disappearance," disappearing into the crowd, disappearing from the enemy's sight.
He quickened his pace, constantly reminding himself: If he couldn't avoid the enemy, he would have to give it a try, counterattack was the only way out.
His pace became more relaxed, and he even deliberately slowed down a bit to reduce his presence, like an ordinary person walking in the cold wind, walking with his head down, deliberately making his gaze more in line with the surrounding environment.
Just as he was getting closer and closer to Zheng Yaoxian, a strange voice suddenly came to Su Ming's ears: "You, come here."
The voice was low, yet filled with oppression, like a sharp blade piercing his eardrum, sending a shudder through his body. His steps suddenly stopped, his heartbeat accelerating. The threat in the voice instantly sobered him up—the enemy had finally noticed something.