Chapter 849: At the Critical Moment
In this dense forest, not only is the temperature high and the air humid, but there are also many unknown little insects. Even while he is running, his whole body is bitten with more than a dozen red welts.
However, Lu Jihan has no time to care about that. At this moment, all he can do is run, run, keep running forward.
Tangles of vines and chaotic, sprawling plants, along with those towering trees, gradually cause Lu Jihan to lose his direction.
Sweat soaks his clothes.
Rainwater and sweat mix together, sticking thickly to Lu Jihan’s body.
His eyes are blurred by water droplets. He instinctively wipes them with the back of his hand, unable to distinguish whether it’s his sweat or the rain.
Suddenly, a sharp pain strikes when the skin on the back of his hand brushes against his eyes.
"Hiss..." Lu Jihan lets out a low groan of pain.
Raising his hands, he realizes they are covered with scars.
Mostly scratched by thorny vines, the streaks of blood are shocking, and the salty sweat stings the wounds.
But no matter how painful, he cannot stop; he must keep running, keep running, wanting to lure those people away, as far from Song Yinyin and the others as possible.
He is severely exhausting his physical strength.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been running, as if it’s been an endless century.
Until he finally exhausts the last bit of strength, Lu Jihan leans against a large tree, gasping for breath in large gulps.
Instinctively, Lu Jihan uses the tree as cover, looking toward the direction he came from...
Just as he’s catching his breath, he suddenly senses something amiss around him.
The dense forest, which was filled with chirping insects, birds, and shaking leaves, suddenly falls silent in an instant.
He immediately holds his breath, hiding behind the thick trunk, waiting.
The leaves remain still, the surroundings retain their tranquility, insects and birds seem to vanish, creating an illusion of deafness.
But the illusion doesn’t last long.
In the next second, gunfire erupts.
Bullets hit the trunk, bark splinters explode out, stinging Lu Jihan’s cheek.
He can only endure, pressing his back tightly against the rough trunk, not daring to move.
Immediately after, footsteps in the dense forest start approaching Lu Jihan, step by step...
Lu Jihan holds his breath, gritting his teeth, and very slowly retrieves a dagger from between his legs.
It was a makeshift tool he found in the kitchen for self-defense when fleeing from the villa, now it’s coming in handy.
But he doesn’t know how long he can last with just this little dagger.
Judging by the footsteps, there are at least five or six people.
As the footsteps get closer, Lu Jihan instinctively grips the dagger tightly, his whole body tensed, even his breath seems frozen, only waiting for that moment to arrive...
His body curls up, half bending the waist, ready to leap out and deliver a fierce stab to the opponent, but at this critical moment...
Rumble—
A camouflaged helicopter seemingly arises out of nowhere from the cliffside, its massive rotor revolving at high speed, raising many dead leaves throughout the forest...
Sha Dong’s men automatically raise their hands to shield their faces.
Taking advantage of this split-second, the people on the helicopter aim a machine gun at them and fire a barrage.
Rat-a-tat-tat—
Lu Jihan peeks out; those men have already fallen, none left alive.
He breathes a sigh of relief, looking up at the helicopter. A man with one hand on the landing gear, half his body leaning out the door, holding a machine gun in the other hand and wearing military uniform—who else could it be but Ji Tingfeng?!