As the hungry wolves rushed towards them, Mo Jin instinctively held Tang Yutong, who had lost consciousness, in his arms. His face was extremely cold and his fingers tightened unconsciously, as if one could see the bulging veins on the back of his hand.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, but his bloodthirsty lips curled up in a strange smile. Above them, Qian Hu's disdainful voice echoed, "Heh, Mo Jin, enjoy the pleasure of being torn apart by the wolf pack!"
Mo Jin, Mo Jin, you will also fall into my hands one day. Today, I won't let you leave this gambling den alive!
Mo Jin ignored him, his face ice-cold as he looked at the woman in his arms. He gritted his teeth and put her in a corner, then faced the wolf pack alone. He quickly tore his clothes in half and tied them around his wrists. He looked at the approaching wolves and roared, charging towards them.
There were four wolves, their mouths howling incessantly with excitement at the sight of their prey. Drool flowed along the ground as they ran, forming lines of saliva.
Mo Jin confronted one of the wolves head-on, his hard fists flying and hitting the wolf's body. He was very strong, his eyes full of bloodlust. The wolf let out a miserable howl and retreated several steps.
This angered the other three wolves, their green eyes full of cruel anger. Their sharp teeth were tightly clenched together, as if they wanted to tear Mo Jin into pieces. They had completely ignored Tang Yutong's existence, only knowing that they wanted to tear this human apart and swallow him whole.
Mo Jin's gaze swept casually around and he unexpectedly found two gray bricks in the corner, with a little blood on them.
He had a plan in mind. He gritted his teeth and charged towards the snarling wolf pack again. He kicked the wolf in front of him, but it was very agile and dodged it. It didn't stop, but instead attacked Mo Jin first, pouncing on him with sharp claws that were like shining knives. It caught him off guard and slashed his arm.
For a moment, his skin was like a cut, and blood gushed out, forming bright red blood flowers on the ground.
This only further aroused the wolves' animal instincts. Their green eyes gradually turned red, and they howled and screamed as if they were telling something.
Mo Jin endured the pain, his eyes filled with a fierce light as he glanced at the restless little woman behind him, feeling annoyed.
He took off the rest of his clothes, revealing his strong muscles. He looked like someone who had been exercising regularly. He tied the remaining cloth around his wound to prevent further bleeding.
The wolf pack gave him no time to think. They rushed towards him with incredible speed, their ferocity sending shivers down one's spine. An ordinary person would have been scared stiff and become nothing more than a meal for the hungry wolves. But Mo Jin had no fear in his eyes, only a cruel thirst for blood, his lips coldly pursed like fresh blood.
One wolf jumped directly at him, its vicious expression growing larger and larger in his eyes. He narrowed his cold gaze and punched it, sending the wolf flying and crashing into a nearby wall, its pained howl echoing in the air.
The other three wolves, seeing their comrade injured, pounced on Mo Jin with their sharp, foul-smelling teeth bared. He frowned, his handsome face already stained with blood, and dodged their attacks with a quick side step. He then picked up a brick from a corner and smashed it hard against one of the wolves.
To his surprise, the brick was quite sturdy, and he heard a crunching sound as if a skull had been shattered. The wolf that had been hit fell to the ground and couldn't get up, whimpering until it finally closed its eyes in despair. The brick was stained with its blood.
Suddenly, Mo Jin felt a sharp pain in his back. Another wolf had come up behind him and bitten his shoulder while he was distracted. He yelled in pain and hit the wolf's head with the brick, causing it to whimper and fall to the ground, taking a chunk of flesh from his shoulder with it.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The other two wolves tried to follow suit, but Mo Jin went berserk, raising the brick again and smashing it down hard on their heads. As he looked at the four wolf corpses, his eyes still filled with the desire to kill, he hit the already dead wolf's head with the brick again and again until blood flowed everywhere.
Ten minutes later, the wolf's head was unrecognizable, its flesh and blood mixing together, the smell of blood even stronger. Mo Jin's nerves were stretched tight, and he sat down heavily on the ground, breathing heavily. Blood flowed from his bandaged wounds, and the pain spread throughout his body.
He came to Tang Yutong's side and touched her flushed face, which was hot to the touch. He murmured something incoherent, looking at her like this, even though he was injured, he couldn't resist the temptation. A fire burned in his abdomen.
The blood flowed even more violently, and he cursed silently to himself.
A piece of flesh fell off his shoulder, making it impossible to bandage. He could only wait until he was out to find a hospital. His eyes scanned the area again, and not far from them was an iron gate that was locked from the outside. He picked up a brick and smashed the lock with a loud bang. Soon, the lock was broken.
Mo Jin rushed towards the open door, and his footsteps were fast. There was no elevator here, only stairs, but fortunately, it was only on the fourth floor. According to his estimation, Lei Gong should be on the fourth floor with Qian Hu, while the other henchmen should be guarding on the first floor.
There were many of his people here, and as long as he left Qian Hu's place, he would be safe. If it weren't for the woman in his arms who was easily deceived, he wouldn't have fallen into Qian Hu's hands.
The place he escaped from led to the basement, and he should be able to take the elevator to the first floor from there. The elevator in the casino would not have any surveillance cameras. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. The bloodthirsty look in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a sense of weakness.
He gasped for breath, and the pain made his face slightly distorted. His handsome face was extremely ugly, and he wished he could chop Qian Hu into a thousand pieces.
Ding.
The elevator arrived on the first floor, and as soon as the elevator door opened, he bumped into someone. The person was about to say something, but when he saw Mo Jin covered in blood, especially the wound on his shoulder, he couldn't help but gasp in horror and scream.
Mo Jin carried Tang Yutong out of the elevator, and his men were on the first floor. When they saw Mo Jin, they almost didn't recognize him. When they recognized their boss, they were all shocked. How did their boss get injured like this?