The pursuers were too close for comfort, and amid the torrential downpour, Luo Zheng dared not stop and continued to run, his face iron blue as he tied the safety ring of a grenade to a slender vine. Once everything was ready, he veered to the side, kicking his foot out to leave a deep trace on the ground. Luo Zheng cast a cold glance around him, quickly devising a plan. He approached a bush, hung the grenade on a branch, and stretched out the vine, securing it in place.
After setting the trap, Luo Zheng drew his military dagger and chopped off a branch, sharpening both ends, and planted it along the path he had traveled. Then, without looking back, he quickly disappeared into the storm.
