"We cannot let them succeed," Luo Chen replied firmly. "Qing Shuang, you take the Blood Horned Deer and go first, I'll hold them off."
"No, Luo Chen, I can't let you face them alone," Qing Shuang resolutely opposed.
"Qing Shuang, listen to me," Luo Chen's voice carried an unyielding determination, "You take the Blood Horned Deer and go ahead, I'll catch up soon."
Luo Chen said heavily.
It's not that he couldn't handle those people.
The main concern was the fear that the Blood Horned Deer, which he had captured with great effort, might suffer some loss because of those people.
If that happened, it would be a huge loss this time.
...
Not far away.
In the group slowly approaching Luo Chen, a fat man suddenly shouted to their red-clad leader, "Boss, there's a trace over here. Those two people from yesterday must have come through here."
"It seems so, but the traces appear a bit unclear..." The red-clad man's brows furrowed, and his gaze swept sharply around.
