Wuming backed away just in time that the lug wrench was swung in front of his face. It left his vision black for a split second. A grin was fighting its way to appear but he was too busy trying not to die and his other muscles was occupied trying to keep him alive.
In one giant backflip, Wuming was back on his feet, a few meters away from the police officer. "I knew it was you."
The police man had a dark look on his face. His eyes so black that it looked ravenous. "I know you've been watching me. I could see you from the rooftops."
"Wow! I didn't think anyone would see me there. But that's great. That's impressive."
"Who are you?" The lug wrench on his hand was getting ready for another strike. "I know you're not from around here."
Wuming pointed at his face. "Ah, because I'm a foreigner."
"Exactly. We don't get foreigners here."