321 7.11 Disobedience

Dizziness struck Lu Yizhou and he coughed into his fist only to come up with blood. 

Damn it… Lu Yizhou looked around. People were starting to sneak glances at him ever since his tussle with Zion but fortunately, Moshe's people were too preoccupied with chasing after Zion to realize that he was supposed to be the 'pet' their boss had bought from the gladiator stadium.

The taxi driver had driven away from God-knows-when. Lu Yizhou discreetly wiped his palm on his dark trousers and straightened up, walking with a gait as casual as he could muster to join the crowd. He couldn't afford to get seen by Moshe's people anymore. Eyes darting around in caution, Lu Yizhou sought a place where he could use as a smokescreen.