She had no idea that not far from here, a man was clutching his waist, with a grim look on his face. He was wearing a camouflaged outfit that was so worn out it was hard to discern its color. He was leaning against a large tree, occasionally gasping for air. He opened his eyes, and his dark pupils were as deep as a black hole.
There was the sound of footsteps rustling leaves in the distance. He quickly pulled a dagger from his leg. As he brandished his dagger, another man's voice followed the rustling of the leaves.
"Don't get agitated. It's me."
Only then did Gu Ning return the dagger to its sheath in his boot. Meanwhile, the other man approached. His outfit was not in much better shape, covered in various colorful stains. Who knows what he had gotten on it?
"Are you okay?" The man came over, worriedly looking at Gu Ning's waist, "You're still bleeding."
"I'm fine," Gu Ning stood up, surveying their surroundings, "We need to leave here as soon as possible."
