Song Yunyang carried a bow and arrows on her back, her eyes scanning her surroundings warily. Her gaze seemed to search every corner with a tangible intensity, but Jia Long was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her heart filled with anxiety and unease. This Jia Long was elusive and truly unpredictable.
Chen Zhennan was extremely anxious. He couldn't bear to leave Song Yunyang to go find Jia Long alone, so he turned around without hesitation and ran into the tunnel like a gust of wind.
His movements were clean and efficient; he quickly grabbed the magazine and then sprinted towards Song Yunyang's direction.
They hadn't gone far when suddenly, a sharp phoenix cry pierced the silent air, like the call of death.
Chen Zhennan was startled and hurriedly turned around, but the arrow was too fast, shooting towards him like a bolt of lightning.
Despite his best efforts to dodge, the arrow still grazed his shoulder, instantly creating a deep wound. Blood flowed down his shoulder like a burst dam.
Chen Zhennan gritted his teeth, a look of annoyance on his face. He had been careless and almost forgot that there were two people. The one just now was probably not Jia Long, but this one was!
Chen Zhennan dared not slacken his guard in the slightest. He flipped over and hid behind a tree, like a startled rabbit finding its hiding place.
He looked down at the submachine gun in his hand. Although the submachine gun had a high muzzle velocity, its range was probably slightly inferior to Jia Long's arrows that could hit a target from a hundred paces away.
As Chen Zhennan's adrenaline gradually subsided, the burning pain in his shoulder felt like a red-hot iron, causing large beads of cold sweat to appear on his forehead.
His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes showed both pain and determination.
"Damn it, the thing I made for you, you've used it on yourself. You've really shot yourself in the foot. I'm going to kill you!"
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