"Ha... ha... why have you stopped running? Ha... ha... Try running one more step, I dare you?" After trapping him with his underlings, Ma Er finally steadied himself, panting like a bull as he spoke.
At this moment, Ma Er's fury stemmed not just from the inexplicable slap to the face, but also because he had been led on such a long chase, exhausting him as if he were a dog.
Ma Er's minions were just as incensed as their boss, each one of them fuming with rage.
Their anger made them overlook an unusual fact: the man they were chasing had run the same distance as them, yet he wasn't the least bit winded and seemed quite at ease.
"Heh..." Sun Yixie looked at the approaching eight thugs and sneered coldly.
That smile signified "seeing the prey has stepped into the trap, yet still fancies itself the hunter."
While smirking, he began to undo the bundle on his shoulder, pulling out a rather large wooden box.
This action caused Ma Er and the others to momentarily halt in their tracks.
