Chapter 14 Target

"Where is everyone else?" Looking around, they were in a slightly sunken depression on the hillside. Lin Wan'er and Luo He were gone.

"Yeah," Fatty said, rubbing his neck and stretching. "The mission is over, they should be out too. Where did everyone go?"

Before they could get familiar with their surroundings, they heard footsteps coming from the side. The two immediately hid until they saw a familiar figure appear.

"Boss Lin?" Fatty said in surprise.

Huai Yi followed closely behind Lin Wan'er, but compared to Lin Wan'er, Huai Yi looked much more disheveled. The clothes on his body were torn, and there were countless small wounds on his face and hands.

"Brother Jiang, you're finally awake!" Seeing Jiang Cheng, Huai Yi's originally dim eyes lit up.

"What happened to you?" Fatty asked with wide eyes.

At the same time, Jiang Cheng and Lin Wan'er's eyes met briefly, as if they understood something, and then they became vigilant.

"This is not the place to talk, let's go." Jiang Cheng immediately looked for a way to leave.

On the way, Huai Yi tearfully told everyone what had happened not long ago. It turned out that they had already come out of the mission an hour ago.

But at that time, Jiang Cheng, Fatty, and Fu Fu were in a coma.

Even more troublesome was that they were preparing to leave when they were attacked by a group of people of unknown origin.

In desperation, they hid the two here, and then the rest pretended to escape to lure the attackers away.

"Where's Pi Ruan?" Jiang Cheng asked immediately, some things couldn't be delayed any longer.

Hearing these two words, Huai Yi's face changed slightly. After a moment, he stammered, "Brother Jiang, there's something wrong with Pi Ruan. He's with Luo He and Fu Fu. I saw him carrying Fu Fu away, and Luo He was helping them delay."

"The people ambushing in the forest were targeting them. After Boss Lin and I separated from them, those people stopped chasing us."

"And..." Huai Yi paused, his tone becoming hesitant.

Fatty couldn't help but urge, "And what? Just say it!"

"Pi Ruan's body has also changed. The skin on his face is cracking, and there's a lot of blood." Huai Yi looked at Jiang Cheng and lowered his voice, "He is also a disciple, and he has been eroded to the limit."

This area has been blocked off by the Night Watchers. The only ones who dare to openly arrest people here are them, and the identities of Luo He and the others are obvious, considering the Night Watchers' cautious treatment.

Crimson.

Pi Ruan is also a member of Crimson. He is the pair of eyes hidden by his side.

But strangely, Jiang Cheng didn't have much resentment towards Pi Ruan, the Crimson member lurking by his side. He even had a faint expectation.

Hoping he could escape the Night Watchers' pursuit.

Looking back, Jiang Cheng turned and left.

...

"Huff—"

"Huff—"

A figure shuttled between the trees. The steep terrain made his already weak steps even more difficult.

It was already difficult for him to support himself, and besides... he was carrying someone on his back.

Finally, with a "thump," he was tripped by an exposed tree root on the ground. It wasn't that he didn't see it, but his movements couldn't keep up with his reactions.

Looking at the unconscious Fu Fu lying aside, Pi Ruan, wearing a nylon stocking mask, gasped for breath, blood constantly seeping from various parts of his face.

Figures were running from behind, Pi Ruan shook his head, but couldn't see clearly. Blood had flooded his eyes, and the whole world was red in his eyes.

"How are you?" A figure crouched in front of him, first looked at Fu Fu, and then reached out, as if to take off his nylon stocking mask to check his injuries.

But his hand was grabbed. Pi Ruan shook his head and swallowed the blood in his throat. "I can't run anymore. This... this body is reaching its limit."

Pi Ruan turned his head and glanced at Fu Fu, who was still unconscious, then shifted his gaze back and stared at Luo He. "Number 3, take Number 8 and go."

"I can't leave you to them," Luo He said in an unquestionable tone.

"Hehe." Pi Ruan grinned. "Don't talk nonsense. If you take me, none of us can leave. Take advantage of the opportunity and take Number 8 away."

Luo He had a shoulder injury, it was fresh, and blood was still flowing out. The Night Watchers were obviously prepared this time, and there were some tricky guys among those chasing them.

"Okay, remember what you promised me." Pi Ruan saw Luo He's hesitation and urged, "They're catching up."

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, Luo He no longer hesitated, picked up Fu Fu, and ran towards the depths of the dense forest. After a while, Pi Ruan, who was left behind to wait for death, was surrounded.

There weren't as many pursuers as imagined, about 7 or 8 people, uniformly dressed in full camouflage, with masks covering their faces.

But just by looking at their eyes, you could tell that these were mostly young people in their early twenties.

"Leave two people behind, the rest continue the pursuit." A cold female voice came out. It seemed that the leader of this group was a woman, with a neat ponytail behind her head.

"I can stay behind myself," someone said.

It was a man, with a steady voice that sounded reliable.

The woman pondered for a moment. According to the information they had obtained, the person lying on the ground was Crimson Number 4. He might have been tricky in the past, but now... he only had half a breath left.

The woman no longer hesitated, nodded to the person who spoke, said "be careful," and immediately led the others to chase in the direction Luo He escaped.

"Cough cough..." Pi Ruan kept coughing up blood. The strenuous exercise just now seemed to have drained the last of his strength.

Suddenly, a foot stepped on his chest, causing his entire body to tense in pain. The man who stayed behind slowly took off his mask, revealing a face with sharp features. "I'm here to get my revenge! Bastard!" An Xuan said.

...

Dajing City.

Suburbs.

The gate of a villa hidden in a dense forest slowly opened. The guards in black suits had sharp eyes. It could be seen that the security level of the entire villa was immediately raised to the maximum at this moment.

Everyone was on high alert.

But in stark contrast to this was the other party's indifferent attitude and... unconventional dressing style.

A man dressed like a Western cowboy stood in front of the villa gate, tapping his toe lightly on the ground, closing his eyes, with an expression of pure enjoyment.

As if intoxicated by a certain melody, unable to extricate himself.

But except for the occasional sound of the wind, the guards heard nothing.

As the gate opened, the cowboy-dressed man opened his eyes, walked into the courtyard with a smile, and then into the three-story villa inside.

The guards didn't dare to relax for a moment. They stared at the man, whose footsteps were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, moving with some strange rhythm.

The guards suddenly had the feeling that he wasn't walking, but dancing.