I miss you so much that it hurts my heart.
Just at that mont, the sound of footsteps ca from under the tree. Yan Song’s eyes narrowed slightly, and without a trace, he secretly slipped the photo back into his chest pocket, right over his heart.
Soon, two groups of people ca face to face on a narrow path. In such an elimination ga, teaming up was the most convenient strategy. One group had five mbers, and the other only two—a clear and overwhelming advantage in numbers.
At first, both groups held their positions, neither daring to make the first move, quietly observing each other.
"Boss, they’ve only got two people. Why don’t we take them out," said the young man with a crafty look as he leaned closer to the leader of the group.
"No rush. That Yellow Hair is skilled with his hands. Quite a few people have already suffered because of him. Let’s not act rashly," Boss said with a calm and composed tone.
"How long are we going to wait then?"
"Yo, Yellow Weasel, getting cold feet now? Didn’t you enjoy your little sneak attacks before? C’mon, I’m waiting for you," he said, stabbing his rifle’s bayonet into the ground, resting his arm on the barrel, lolling his body to one side, and a blade of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, he looked nonchalant.
Boss felt triggered, a surge of anger pumping through his chest, "You’re asking for it, you motherfucker, attack!" Following his orders, the four n behind him charged forward with their bayonets.
"Xiao He, get in there," Yellow Hair motioned with his finger. The boy who stood behind him rolled his eyes and dashed forward, only to be kicked to the ground without even landing a hit.
"Damn... so low. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have tead up with you," Yellow Hair said as his long legs swept across the ground, sending the person who ambushed Xiao He sprawling face down. With one foot pressing down on his back, a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig rang out.
"Watch your back..." Xiao He yelled.
It was as if Yellow Hair had eyes on the back of his head; he kicked backward, sending the attacker flying into a tree. The trunk shook violently, and leaves rustled down.
In just a mont, people were lying all over the ground, Yellow Hair’s movents were clean and efficient, without any hesitation.
"Done," Yellow Hair spat out the foxtail grass from his mouth and sidelong glanced at Xiao He: "Better be more careful next ti. You’re lucky to have ; you wouldn’t last three minutes here otherwise."
Xiao He pursed his lips.
"Don’t you give that look," Yellow Hair said as he stripped the clothes from the bodies, leaving them with only their underwear. "Hurry up, confiscate their rations. We’re going to need this to survive."
Quickly twisting the clothing into a rope, he strung the n together and found a thick branch to hang them from, eting Boss’s eyes, which burned with resentnt and frustration. Yellow Hair shook his head: "Can’t accept it? Then stew on it."
But the rope failed to catch a branch despite several tries, which was impossible; his aim was never off...
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he pulled out his handgun, aiming through the gap in the branches, "Get down from there."
Xiao He was so startled that he almost dropped the rations.
The wind rustled the leaves with a whispering sound.
In an eerie silence, a dark figure leaped from the branch and rolled to a stand on the ground.
Yellow Hair pointed the gun at the person’s head.
He hadn’t noticed anyone in the tree, and more importantly, since this person appeared, an intangible pressure made sweat start to bead on his forehead.
"Who are you?"
The man was tall, easily over six feet, standing in the darkness like a mountain, heavy and imposing.
The stars and moon were dim, but only two piercing cold eyes stood out, like a sharp sword cutting through the deep night.
Suddenly, the man moved. Yellow Hair was quick to respond, spinning around, and although his foe missed with one hand, the other foot ca swiftly, too fast and strong. Yellow Hair’s advantage was suppressed, and gradually, he began to panic, until the man disard him and cocked the gun, aiming it at his forehead.
Yellow Hair imdiately froze, not daring to move an inch from where he stood.
Xiao He’s eyes widened in surprise. Everything happened within three seconds. He knew very well how strong Yellow Hair was, having seen it over the past few days. He hadn’t expected this person to defeat Yellow Hair so easily. Indeed, there are always bigger fish.
He wanted a closer look at the person, so he took a few steps forward.
Moonlight peeked through the clouds, casting a pale light down through the gaps in the branches. The youth had features that were almost supernaturally attractive, a blend of a young man’s sharpness and an adult man’s formidable presence, chin slightly raised, eyes looking down, like a high and mighty ruler, contemptuous and arrogant.
"Die or submit," ca a voice, deep and hoarse, yet irritatingly sexy and captivating.
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