"Ah!"
A scream suddenly echoed through the mountains.
Zooming in, it was Teng Ziwei who had slipped off the stairs, tumbling continuously until he rolled to a slope where grass and trees intertwined. His once brightly-colored sportswear quickly got torn with small holes here and there.
Blood seeped from his wounds, but they were shallow, and only a few drops squeezed out.
"Boom!"
A dull sound followed, like the thud of flesh against fist, and at this moment, Hao Jian, hearing the commotion, also stopped in his tracks and bounded down to where Teng Ziwei had fallen.
Glancing down naturally, a strange expression appeared on Hao Jian's face, and a hint of a smile gradually crept into his eyes.
"Hao Jian, what happened to Teng Ziwei?!"
At this moment, Lin Qingxue and the other girls ran up from behind and saw Hao Jian had stopped. They quickly asked, as they had clearly heard the scream just now.
