After all, his speed was really not fast — this could be said to be Duanmu Huai's biggest weakness.
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai had already carried Mary out of the small town and onto the path to Baskerville Manor. The area was similarly shrouded in fog. As Duanmu Huai shouldered Mary and strode in the direction of the manor, one after another, shadowy figures burst from the fog behind him and were ruthlessly smashed to pieces by him.
Although Duanmu Huai couldn't see it, according to Mary's description, that shadowy figure had always been following them, maintaining a certain distance.
Indeed, perhaps it was cautious because of previous injuries?
If so, it was quite troublesome.
Shortly afterward, the front gates of Baskerville Manor were already in sight. At that moment, Duanmu Huai's ears were once again filled with the slightly panicked voice of Mary.
"Mr. Duanmu, that shadowy figure is rushing towards us!"