Chapter 12 Section 12

In the dark corridor, Wei Pengfei was running with all his might, but he stumbled and almost fell several times.The heavy breathing sounded like a muffled thunder, almost blowing him apart.Finally, he saw the light, it was the exit of the corridor, hurry up, hurry up!Hurry up!Bean-sized raindrops fell on his face, but he didn't feel it at all.Because he saw a person, a person lying face down on the grass.Crack—thunder rolled, and a bright light flashed in the sky. He could see clearly that streams of bright red blood gradually filled the grass. "Yezi, Yezi, don't die!" Wei Pengfei, who fell to the ground, shouted in vain, and took out the mobile phone in his pocket with trembling hands.

Crack—another bolt of lightning. On the grass not far away, a red bicycle was overturned on the ground, covered in mud. That's a 26-inch women's Golden Lion bike!