Chapter 687: Stupid Assassin!
Because Zeke was distracted by his own wild thoughts earlier, when he snapped back to his senses and gave chase, he found that the assassin had managed to draw quite a large distance between them. Let’s not mention how the ground was slippery with melted snow and blood, just his short paws alone would not outmatch the assassin’s single step! Stupid assassin! Why do you have such long legs?!
Breathing heavily through his mouth, Zeke finally trotted his way to the front gate of the Imperial Palace. The guards had either been killed or run away for their lives, and no one was crazy enough to go out in this kind of weather. As such, it was very easy for him to lock in on the figure who was making his way down the desolate street.
The snow had grown thicker since the last time Zeke was outside, shrouding the entire world with its ivory curtain. Zeke stared at the vast expanse of snow in front of him and felt his heart ache for the sake of his tender paws. However, if he did not catch up, then he would definitely lose the assassin! By then, how would he log out of the simulation?!
Zeke’s golden eyes blazed. He was certain now. This must be the main obstacle that the King had prepared for him. The King had given up on his attempt on torturing Zeke in the most brutal way, and now he decided to switch to a maddeningly slow torture which would wear down his spirit bit by bit. Well, Zeke admitted that this method seemed to work on him because he already felt like he was going crazy soon!
Gazing at the assassin’s back, Zeke took a deep breath and hollered, "Miiiw...!!" Stupid assassin, come back! I am still here!!
Of course, his tiny mewl was instantly drowned by the fierce gale.
Zeke gritted his teeth, and without giving himself a room for doubt, he rushed out of the gate of the Imperial Palace—
—and plunged head first into the thick layer of snow on the ground.
In a blink of an eye, his entire kitten body was buried under the snow. Enraged, Zeke swung his limbs wildly before he managed to breach the surface. Stupid body! Stupid simulation! Not only would he file a complaint to the institute once he returned, he would also find the researcher who was responsible for creating the assassin and have a good, good talk with them!