"Is this... a dagger?!"
Gently placing Chi Ruo aside on a stone, Hao Jian leaped down, his gaze falling on a dagger stuck in a tree trunk.
A contemplative light shone in his eyes, which suddenly flashed sharply as he let out a cold, low snort.
"No wonder those mercenaries were able to find our tracks, it turns out someone betrayed us!"
Hao Jian's face also looked rather ugly, he casually removed the dagger and tied it to his waist, then picked up Chi Ruo again, and dashed along the path they had come from.
As the journey progressed, Hao Jian's expression grew increasingly grim. The number of daggers stuck in his waist had now reached five, and all these daggers were placed at the turns where they changed their path...
I want to see, with so much evidence in my hands, what else you can explain!
An hour later, Hao Jian arrived at their destination for this time, a large estate with a private plane.
