The heavy and rapid footsteps came rushing behind Bao Gucheng and Gu Jingyan.
Under the moonlight, the silhouettes of several burly men could faintly be seen.
The men were wearing old training uniforms, covered in mud and water, even from a distance, the thick aura of menace was undeniable.
"On the battlefield, ninety percent die because they talk too much..."
Strangely, Gu Jingyan's mind recalled Bao Gucheng's words.
Damn it, could it be that they've stumbled into some bandit's lair in this desolate wilderness, and now that the storm has just passed, because he talked too much, the bandits heard the noise and came out to cause trouble?
Yet Mr. Bo was completely lost in sorrow over Zuzi's departure, utterly consumed by it, without any spirit to fight back, leaving Gu Jingyan all alone to fend for himself.
Amidst the anxiety, the men had already rushed over.
Unexpectedly, they surrounded Bao Gucheng immediately, "Plop, plop—" and each knelt down one after another!
"Mr. Bo!"
