"Careful." Gu Yunbo studied the traces in the weeds, wondering whether to give chase.
"Yes!"
"There's someone over there." Gao Jinglin lowered his voice: "Huh? Is… is that Shen Yu?" He rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he was seeing things.
Hearing Shen Yu's name, Gu Yunbo was so excited she nearly jumped out of her skin—there's a road to heaven and you won't take it, no door to hell and you barge right in.
"Brother Shen Yu? What happened to you?" Gao Jinglin knew Shen Yu too, and admired him a lot. He lowered the gun in his hands and hurried forward.
Right now Shen Yu was slumped against a tree, covered in blood. His tough mental fortitude was the only thing keeping him from blacking out. He gripped a pistol he wasn't used to, scanning warily all around him.
As soon as he heard someone shout his name, the first thing he did was swing the muzzle toward them.
