As the cold wind blew across the valley, it brought the faint smell of garbage into Song Lei's nostrils. The water puddles that had been formed by the recent rain splashed around as he ran over it. This place was an alley in Brighton. It was mostly devoid of people, making it easier for Song Lei to run through it with all of his speed.
"Stop bastard!"
"Do you think it's easy to mess with us?!"
"*Sigh... How did it even come to this..?" Song Lei muttered. He was currently being chased by more than fifteen thugs.
Yesterday, he and Aston had spent all day trying to forge a proper soul weapon. At the end of twelve tiring hours, they had managed to achieve their objective. Now that Aston had learned the proper way of forging by trial and error, Song Lei no longer needed to keep going with him.