Xiao Feng's expression changed; this tone didn't seem to be feigned.
Moreover, based on Zhao Guo'an's past behavior, he is someone with a strong survival instinct, or rather, someone with a good grasp of the situation, so the possibility of him joking like that is almost nonexistent.
Realizing this, Xiao Feng couldn't care about much else, turned on the flashlight, and shone it in Zhao Guo'an's direction.
"Thud!"
Almost at the same moment the flashlight was turned on, Zhao Guo'an fell to the ground, clutching his right leg with both hands, gritting his teeth tightly, and gasping for air.
It was clear that he was in real agony; his expression had twisted, sweat poured from his forehead like a waterfall, and even his veins had popped out.
Everyone was shocked, completely unable to understand what was happening.
"Watch your feet!" Xiao Feng ordered sternly.
The group quickly turned on their flashlights, cautiously inspecting their feet and surroundings.
