After acquiring the profession of a security guard at the Death Building, this was the first time Han Fei had run at full speed. It seemed like something had been injected into his legs; the more despair he felt, the faster he ran, and the faster he ran, the more despair surged in his heart.
"The side effects of the Death Building security guard profession are quite significant; it seems right not to treat it as a main profession."
Dragging an adult, Han Fei's speed did not decrease in the slightest; instead, he directly overtook the woman.
He sprinted with all his might, but the middle-aged man he was dragging suffered greatly, being pulled across the ground, his face in close contact with numerous Blood Clothes, his mouth also stained with blood.
"We'll be caught sooner or later at this rate; does that red-clothed monster have any weaknesses?" Han Fei shouted to the woman, who didn't respond; merely clenching her teeth and running had exhausted all her strength.