No one spoke immediately. The two who narrowly escaped death just sat there; the evening breeze lifted Yang Fan's hair, and his deep eyes were particularly striking.
After a while, Yang Fan spoke: "Do you feel unlucky to have met me?"
Li Jun forced an awkward smile: "No, meeting is destiny, besides, you saved my life."
Yang Fan remained silent, staring at the dark sky, lost in thought.
"Actually, I'm really curious, who exactly are you, and who are those people?"
Yang Fan glanced sideways at Li Jun: "It's better if you don't know; knowing won't help you. Let's go, there's a car over there. We can get some sleep tonight."
The two of them walked along the road toward the two military jeeps that the ten men had driven earlier.
The front car had a flat tire; the one behind was in good condition.
They got into the back car, and Yang Fan started the engine from the driver's seat.
"It's too bloody here; let's find a place to rest for the night and leave in the morning."
