In the stifling tunnel, a cool breeze swept through.
Wushan made his way out of the air raid shelter along the pebble path and was suddenly greeted with a steep cliff; the pebble path took a sharp turn downwards, and in the distance lay a cluster of black ruins.
Without another word, Wushan leaped off the cliff.
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"Brother, where are you taking me?"
"That woman is long gone. Why don't you just drop me and run for it? I promise she won't trouble you."
Zheng Jinghong, blind to his surroundings, could only vaguely sense that he was being hastily moved.
He swallowed hard: "Can't you just do me this favor? If I fail and lose the election at the Yan Zhao Club, it'll be like trying to steal a chicken but ending up losing the rice instead."
Li Yan looked straight ahead as the scenery on both sides flew past: "You're from the Six Ministries, a core member of the Yan Zhao Club. Would they really be willing to cast you out?"
