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Just as she was about to get up, the man had already scooped her up, clutching the emaciated figure against his chest. The sharp sensation around his neck made him pause for a moment, but he quickly darted into a side passage.
By the time Brother Ya and the others arrived, the interconnected dark tunnels lay before them, shrouded in darkness. Dozens of passages crisscrossed each other, with openings appearing one after another, making it impossible to find any trace of their escaped prey.
"She got away!"
"Brother Ya, what should we do now?"
They had injured a few people, yet the prey had still managed to escape. Returning empty-handed with injuries would be disastrous if Viagra and Sister Fang found out—
A shiver ran down Brother Ya's spine as he growled fiercely, "Damn it! Notify all the hunters to search for her. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, I want that bitch found!"
"Understood!"
The group rustled as they left the dark passage.
Hidden in the shadows and held tightly by the man, Yan Yan caught a whiff of blood emanating from him, causing her heart to sink.
Suppressing the goosebumps and the urge to vomit, she spoke up, "Let me go."
"You think I’ll just toss you aside after using you?"
His voice was laced with a rebellious tone that exuded danger. He showed no concern for the sharp stone pressing against his neck; instead, he leaned in closer, a wave of heat washing over her.
Neither of them had anticipated that they were so close to each other.
The man was taken aback.
The girl was also stunned.
In the darkness, they could not see each other's faces, relying only on the sensitive pores of their skin to feel the warm, humid breath exchanged between them. The awkwardness intensified in the shadows.
The man raised an eyebrow, sensing the rigidity of the person in his arms. Ignoring her frail, bony weight, he scoffed, "What’s this? Is this how you treat your benefactor?"
His nonchalant tone accompanied a slight tilt of his head, pressing against the sharp stone at her neck, while his arm tightened around her.
"Ugh—"
A sudden wave of excruciating pain shot through her dislocated left arm and leg. She spoke sharply, "Believe it or not, as soon as I move my hand, your neck will have a blood hole."
Trapped and unable to move in his heated embrace, Yan Yan's heart raced like a drum.
Surrounded by darkness and a complex terrain, she couldn’t guarantee she would find a way out under normal circumstances. Now, injured and with an unidentified man beside her, the situation was even more dire.
They remained locked in a standoff for a full minute, during which her left arm and leg nearly lost all sensation due to lack of blood flow.
"Girl, if you don’t let go soon, you won’t be able to keep your leg or arm."
The man's voice was low and dangerous, each word punctuated with a sense of threat.
"Ha—do you think I don't know about my legs and arms? As for your life, only you can decide that. If the wound keeps bleeding like this, it’s you who won’t last much longer. So, are you going to let go or not?"
Despite the dire situation, the girl's tone remained calm and unwavering. Listening closely, one could hear the weariness of an old soul, devoid of vitality. If there were light, one would see the determination etched on her face, as if she had made a desperate choice.
"Bang—"
With a sudden release, the person in his arms crashed to the ground.
As their back hit the floor, a warm pool of blood quickly soaked into the collar of their clothes.
"Bang—"
Another thud echoed through the air.
The mingling of blood and cold sweat on his back created a sticky sensation that made him feel dizzy. His arm weakened, and in that moment of falling, he thought he heard a faint mockery.
Already injured, he fell hard, causing the wound on his back to tear open again.
Having held on for so long, his body had reached its limit. This time, he was likely to be taken advantage of—
In that fleeting moment of disorientation, a sharp slap rang out, snapping him back to reality.
"Don't sleep, unless you want to die."
The deep wound on his back, visible to the bone, brought waves of heat that made him feel both cold and hot. Just as his consciousness began to clear, it started to fade again. In the dark passage where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face, all he could hear was the faint sound of bandaging.
Deep Down mocked himself: A person who never asks for help is now begging for it. Is it even worth it?
With a flick of his fingertip, the communicator in his hand suddenly lit up.
Yan Yan's gaze fell on the message, and his heart skipped a beat.
Then he regained Calm and continued with the bandaging.
"Whether you live or die is up to you. I've done my part. A debt of gratitude is enough."
With that, he turned around without hesitation and left.
After feeling his way forward for a few minutes, he reached a fork in the path. After determining the direction, he pressed his back against the wall of the passage and used the corner for support. "Crack—"
"Hiss—"
He gasped as his dislocated left arm was forcibly put back into place.
Her intact right hand brushed against her left leg, mocking herself for being so fragile that a single blow had caused a fracture. After this was over, she would definitely need to work on her physical fitness. After all, she still had a family member in this world waiting for her to appear unharmed in Area A.
She lowered her gaze and walked a short distance.
The surroundings were eerily silent.
All she could hear was the sound of her own heavy breathing.
In the extreme stillness of the environment, she felt a surge of agitation rising in her heart.
Damn it—!
She cursed under her breath and reluctantly turned back.
In the basement.
She looked at the man on the floor, completely unconscious and covered in blood, with a headache pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Taking out a first aid kit, she quickly tended to her own injuries while staring at the man who was barely breathing, regretting her impulsiveness.
If it weren't for—
Suppressing the calculations swirling in her mind, she walked into the bathroom.
Steam rose from the hot water, swirling around the cold mirror and fogging it up.
Inferior water steamed with a gray mist, a pungent odor invading the nostrils.
Memories of the reaction when the headhunter touched her body, and the feeling of being held in his arms, flickered darkly in her eyes.
Suppressing the unpleasant recollections, she splashed hot water onto her face with a forceful "splash."
The scalding water surged like the overwhelming memories flooding back.
"Quick, take the shot—"
"Hmph—aren't you so high and mighty? Let everyone see how you cry out sweetly beneath a man. I wonder what Jade Bridge would think of your shamelessness~"
Qian Beixin maliciously instructed several lewd male players to pin the girl down, capturing the scene from an excellent angle. With her face exposed and clearly visible as a beauty, the man's back moved rhythmically under the camera's gaze, paired with an eye-catching title that would certainly add a bold stroke to Forum.
Based on the game's System protection for female players, they couldn't inflict real harm; they could only cover her body and simulate a scene of intimacy for the camera.
However, pinned to the ground, Yan Yan could distinctly feel the pressure against her abdomen and the heat radiating from her skin, making her nauseous to the extreme.
"Qian Beixin, don't think that by doing this, Jade Bridge will like you! It's fake; he won't believe it—"
The girl on the ground shouted hoarsely, her eyes filled with fear and tears staining her pale face. (To be continued.)
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