Before they could have figured out what was happening, Xiajun was already several blocks away from Changming's house, running on foot as fast as he could to get away from them.
Meanwhile back at the house, things were not looking so good.
"WHERE IS HE!?" a man dressed head to toe in black yelled at the two new recruits whilst they were getting their wounds treated. "I think my orders were clear! Catch him at all costs, not let him knock the balls out of you! F*cking newbies. . ." He sighed, pinching his nose.
"Sorry, 6447," one of them said, the one who had been stabbed in the thigh with the pair of scissors (Phantom 9077). "We thought he would still be in the house, so we didn't prepare." He paused and winced as one of their medics stitched him up. "We'll be careful next time."
Phantom 6447 gave him a sharp glare. "Tell me you're f*cking joking. Because the Boss will kill us before there even is a next time for any of us!"