Chapter 1139: The Unrelenting Spirit
Lao Jiu, caught in a fierce battle between his love for food and curiosity, finally climbed up from the ground and stepped towards the cave entrance. The intense smell of blood assaulted his senses, instantly dispelling his attachment to food. His keen sense of smell told him something had changed drastically. There had been only two people at the entrance earlier, but the heavy scent of blood in the air suggested the presence of at least a dozen bodies. Where did the extra people come from?
"Damn it, don't come out!" Before reaching the entrance, he heard a shout aimed inside the cave. Why did the voice feel so familiar? Lao Jiu was not someone who would obediently comply. He continued to walk out, and suddenly a corpse fell in front of him—it was a soldier, unfortunately, whose throat had been cut before he could draw his gun.
