Chapter: 378
Lumian stepped on the low edge of a barricade, walked out of the dark alley, and came to the street.
He then walked towards the stop sign of the stagecoach, intending to take this kind of transportation to the botanical garden.
On the way, Lumian saw many homeless men lying in the corner basking in the sun, catching lice, all of them were dirty, emaciated and listless.
It reminded him of his previous wandering life.
Unlike the Kingdom of Loen, which forbids homeless people to sleep on the streets and in parks, the Intis Republic has not made any regulations on homeless people, except that they are not allowed to enter paid places and private places. They often mock Loen for their lack of humanistic care.
While thinking, Lumian narrowed his eyes while walking.
He felt that someone was following him.
Lumian didn't look back, didn't turn around, and still walked towards the stop sign of the public carriage.
He looked around casually, and his eyes fell on the glass window of a nearby cafe.
There was a figure of him wearing a dark jacket, and not too far away from him, there was a man in a canvas jacket and a peaked cap.
After Lumian withdrew his gaze, he suddenly quickened his pace as if trying to catch up with the two-story public carriage that was about to leave the platform.
Unsurprisingly, he felt the man in the blue peaked cap start trotting.
The public carriage turned silently and drove towards the end of the street. Lumian had no hope of "chasing" and suddenly stopped at the same spot.
With the help of the window of the shop on the street, Lumian saw the man wearing the peaked cap stop abruptly in a bit of embarrassment, turned around halfway, and looked at the singing and dancing hall opposite.
Nodding invisibly, Lumian crossed the bus stop sign as if wandering, walked all the way, and turned into a secluded alley separated by barricades.
The man in the peaked cap followed quickly, and climbed over the broken barricade, but he could no longer see Lumian's back.
The target he was following seemed to disappear into the alley out of thin air.
Just when the man in the peaked cap tried to catch up, Lumian, who had shrunk to the corner of the barricade, jumped out like a tiger, pressed his hands on the opponent's shoulders, and pulled his body back towards his knees.
boom!
One of Lumian's knees hit the waist of the man in the peaked cap. The pain made his face contort, and his legs could no longer support himself.
With a plop, the man in the peaked cap fell to the ground, stirring up a lot of dust.
Lumian squatted down, grabbed the back of the stalker's head, and said in a low voice, "Who told you to follow me?"
"I didn't! I was just taking a shortcut!" the man in the peaked cap hurriedly argued.
Lumian laughed, grabbed his head, and slammed it to the ground.
Amidst the bang, the man in the peaked cap screamed in pain and got stuck in his throat, his forehead was bruised and swollen, stained with blood.
"Who asked you to follow me?" Lumian repeated the question just now.
The man in the peaked cap was wronged: "I didn't follow you! I don't even know you!"
"Okay." Lumian released his right hand.
In the next second, he used his palm as a knife and slammed it behind the ear of the stalker.
The man in the peaked cap passed out without even humming.