Su Man looked at Lu Yuwen, her eyes filled with confusion.
After all these days... had Lu Yuwen been deceiving her?
Why?
With a knife pressed against his throat, Lu Yuwen gasped, "All these days... I wasn't stalling. I was... waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" Zhang Ke narrowed his eyes, pressing the knife against his skin. "I warn you, don't try to fool me."
"I'm not." Lu Yuwen answered weakly.
Blood was smeared around his neck, and his face bore bruises from being hit. His situation was dire, but his tone was calm.
"Zhang Ke, if you have been following us, you would have noticed that our slow pace is due to the need to make room for moving after every step. In essence, we are short-handed. If... if you could join in, our efficiency would improve by at least double!"
Zhang Ke scrutinized him suspiciously, "Your reason, doesn't sound very convincing..."
