"Snap!"
Song Guanchao misstepped, and the trio tumbled to the ground, rolling half a circle.
"Huff, huff~"
His panting sounded like he was pulling a bellows.
He climbed up from the ground and saw Wu Yun helping Zhou Qian to her feet, asking, "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine."
Zhou Qian brushed aside her ssy hair, revealing multiple scrapes and bruised marks on her arms and legs, which looked quite disastrous.
She wanted Song Guanchao to walk by himself, but she knew he wouldn’t listen.
Song Guanchao felt his own body.
He wasn’t ironman, after going all day without food or drink, and his fever still not fully abated, his body was nearly at its limit.
Looking around at the pitch-dark surroundings and thinking about the man Zhou Qian ntioned, his heart couldn’t relax at all.
He stood still, deep in thought.
After a mont, he suddenly walked straight ahead.
He reached a large tree and looked up, then walked towards another large tree.
A few minutes later, he called out, "Co over here."
Wu Yun supported her and walked over.
Song Guanchao patted the tree and said, "We’ll sleep up in the tree tonight."
Both won were startled, then nodded vigorously.
They knew Song Guanchao would have a plan.
No matter what the situation was, he always had a solution.
About fifteen minutes later, Song Guanchao helped both won up the tree.
They sat on a branch, about four ters above the ground.
Song Guanchao stood below and said, "You two stay up there, try not to sleep, I’m going to find so food."
Wu Yun wanted to tell him not to go, but she also knew that without food, their physical condition would only worsen, so she firmly humd in agreent.
All they could do was try not to burden Song Guanchao further.
Song Guanchao grabbed a stick, and every once in a while, he stopped to observe his surroundings.
About fifteen minutes later, he caught a snake.
At this ti of night, catching a wild chicken was impossible, let alone a hare.
Having a snake was already quite good.
He carried the snake back.
Just a few dozen ters out, he imdiately stopped, slowly crouching down, his eyes intently fixed on the area slightly to his left.
Under the cold moonlight, the outlines of several figures gradually beca visible.
Song Guanchao narrowed his eyes to observe them.
Three n, all around 1.68 to 1.75 ters tall.
They were currently walking towards Song Guanchao’s direction.
According to the direction they were walking, they would pass by Song Guanchao, maintaining a distance of about five ters.
As they drew near, Song Guanchao noticed one of them had a gun hanging by his right side.
The other two had machetes in their hands and small backpacks on their backs.
Song Guanchao’s expression grew sharp.
Indeed, they had a gun!
It was a good thing he hadn’t chosen to confront them head-on during the day.
Zhou Qian had only seen one person, but there were three of them, and they were ard!
But things were different now.
The two won were safe up in the tree.
He was alone and without concerns.
Song Guanchao set down the snake with a broken neck, gripped the stick with both hands, and breathed silently.
Ten ters, nine ters, eight ters...
As the n ca within five ters, Song Guanchao knew it was ti to act.
The muscles of his calves and thighs tensed as he crouched.
Just as they were about to walk past him, Song Guanchao forcefully pushed off the ground with his feet, his legs springing like coils, propelling him forward.
At the sa ti, he shouted loudly, "Hey!"
Startled by the shout, the three n imdiately turned around.
Li Yougui reflexively turned and raised his gun.
His arm had just lifted.
A blur of the stick swung down in front of him.
"Snap!"
The gun instantly flew from his hand, the barrel bent out of shape.
The imnse force cracked his hand at the base of the thumb.
Pain surged, and Li Yougui scread.
"Ah..."
"Smack!"
Following closely, Song Guanchao’s stick smashed into his face, cutting off his cry abruptly.
Li Yougui felt as though his head had been struck by a locomotive. Stars burst before his eyes, and he swiftly collapsed onto the ground.
The other two n frantically swung their firewood knives.
Song Guanchao sidestepped the first blade, abandoned his stick, and lifted his arm to smash his elbow onto one man’s neck.
The man clutched his neck, making "heh heh" sounds, and knelt on the ground, incapacitated.
The third man aid his knife straight at Song Guanchao’s neck. Song Guanchao crouched, hugged the man, executed a body slam, lifting him into the air, and then slamd him onto the ground.
Then, he kicked the man’s head as if kicking a soccer ball.
The man’s body twitched a few tis and then lay still.
Song Guanchao picked up a handgun, removed the magazine, and cursed, "How old are you, still playing with BB guns?"
The impact of the stick had dislodged parts of the handgun, leaving him slightly confused.
Only afterward did he realize.
It wasn’t a real gun but an air gun that shot steel balls.
Still, its power was not to be underestimated, especially at close range.
He walked over, towering above and said, "How many people did Li Zhuang send?"
Li Yougui, the least injured at the mont, covered his face and said, "Who is Li Zhuang?"
"Hey, playing dumb with ?"
Song Guanchao lifted his foot and delivered several hard kicks to his head, knocking him out cold.
He then walked over to the man who had been hit in the neck, grabbed the firewood knife, placed it against his neck, and asked, "How many n?"
By now, the man had regained the ability to speak. "I don’t know any Li Zhuang."
Without wasting words, Song Guanchao flipped him over with a kick, clamped down on his right hand with his foot, then grabbed the knife and gestured at his wrist, saying, "I’m going to count to three. If you don’t talk, you can say goodbye to your palm."
"1..."
The man swallowed hard, feeling sowhat bewildered.
Was this man Song Guanchao?
But Li Zhuang hadn’t ntioned that Song Guanchao was so fierce in a fight.
And wasn’t he the Secretary of the Municipal Committee?
How could he dare to use a knife?
He must be bluffing; that had to be it!
"2!"
"3!"
Song Guanchao didn’t hesitate; he swung the knife down.
"Whoosh!"
Clean and swift, the blade fell.
The man watched in horror as his palm was chopped off!
He didn’t even feel the pain initially until he saw his palm severed, and then he scread out in agony.
He tried to clasp his wound, but Song Guanchao stepped on his other hand too.
"Still counting to three."
"1..."
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" The man beca frightened. "There are 18 of us in total, we ca with 18 n."
"Where are they?"
"I don’t know..."
"2!"
"We split up; I really don’t know where they are."
"You must have a way to contact each other?"
Song Guanchao fumbled for a mobile phone in his pocket but unfortunately, it was turned off because it was out of battery.
He found mobile phones on the other two n too, also turned off and out of battery.
"Are you three grouped together?"
"Yes, yes," he said, not daring to hide anything.
Because this guy wasn’t joking. If he said he would chop, he would really chop!
Song Guanchao pondered for a mont, then suddenly asked, "What’s 1902 plus 9264?"
This bizarre question montarily made the man forget his pain. "What?"
"Speak!"
"I, I don’t know!"
"Not cooperating, huh? If you won’t cooperate, then I can only chop."
Song Guanchao sneered, lifted his hand, and the knife fell.
Whoosh!
"Ah!!!"
The man’s screams echoed through the forest.
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