Nine o'clock.
In the jungle, the night was deep and peaceful.
The jungle, filled with noise for four hours, seemed to quiet down in an instant.
There were no frantic sounds of escape, no vicious cursing, no sounds of fistfights, nor the resonating gunshots.
At some point, the rain had stopped, the night grew dense, a faint light was visible, and one could make out silhouettes.
Under the largest tree within an eight-hundred-meter radius.
Two figures hurried past, branches swaying, leaves rustling, and it was only when they reached the base of the tree that the two stopped to listen.
Once the rain ceased, the night was extraordinarily still, their rapid breathing audible and clear.
"Ni Rou, is it really okay for us to just leave Ran Feifei and run away like this?"
Zhou Yulu was slightly bent over, hands on her knees, breathing in fits and starts, looking up at Ni Rou with an uneasy expression.
The air was silent for a moment.
