Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 1957: Chapter 1893: Futile Struggle

”Meng Xinian, I really didn’t expect to see you here.”

A dark voice echoed in Meng Xinian’s ears.

Who?

Who is it?

Meng Xinian found the voice unfamiliar, but felt subconsciously that he should know this person.

He struggled to lift his head, opened his eyes, trying to see clearly.

But he could only vaguely see the other wearing a black felt hat and a black mask, revealing only two eyes.

Moreover, his vision was already drifting, the person in front turned into two, four, constantly wavering.

It wasn’t that he underestimated the opponent, but the opponent was well prepared, and everything he possessed was high-end.

Like the poison smoke, and the sharpshooter.

”Hehehe.”

The man did not answer his words, but instead laughed quietly, the kind that seemed like a cat catching a mouse, proudly thinking about how to toy with him.

Meng Xinian stumbled and staggered back.

His speed was not fast, his body swayed unsteadily.

The man didn’t move, still stood there sneering, as if wanting to enjoy Meng Xinian’s dying struggle, certain that he could never escape his grasp.

True, how could he escape?

Inhaling the poison smoke, and now under his gunpoint, is escaping even possible?

However, Meng Xinian’s performance still shocked him greatly.

Initially, inhaling the poison smoke should have made him collapse immediately, yet Meng Xinian managed to follow him inside unaffected, listened to a few conversations, and then escaped, running so far before the poison took effect.

Is he an elephant? So large that it requires multiple doses of anesthesia?

But that doesn’t matter, it’s just a little extra time spent, he’ll still be brought back.

Meng Xinian didn’t expect him to answer, he was biting hard, moving back with effort.

The man’s underestimation and arrogance might be his only chance now.

He was followed when he arrived but managed to clearly see the surroundings, as long as he could retreat to the ten meters distant intersection, there would be two directions offering escape possibilities.

Both directions had densely packed buildings and open doors of taverns and casinos, with only a cloth curtain hanging, as long as he could enter one of them, with the lively crowd, at least a chance for escape.

Step by step, three steps, the man still didn’t move, just pointing a gun at him, watching him retreat step by step.

”Really, is it necessary to continue with pointless struggles?” the man’s low voice drifted over, cold as if stained with snowflakes.

”Who are you people?” Meng Xinian asked as he retreated.

His vision was already a hazy white as if only seeing countless snowflakes, they had undergone anti-poison training, generally poisons shouldn’t affect him terribly during missions in enemy hands under torture.

But he really couldn’t resist this drug now.

Six meters, seven meters, almost there.

Just need to hold on a little longer.

Even if he entered the tavern, he might not escape, because this man seemed strong, certainly able to catch up quickly.

But Meng Xinian always had strong resilience, as long as there was one percent chance, he wouldn’t give up willingly.

Eight meters, nine meters, the intersection was close at hand.

”Still thinking of running away?” the man’s tone carried a mocking smile as he stepped towards him.