"Damn it! Today is really unlucky!"
Kong Lin leaned on a makeshift crutch made from a sharpened tree branch, slowly moving forward, muttering under his breath.
Brother Qiao beside him said nothing.
But the stormy look on his face said it all.
"You two, stop mumbling!"
"Pick up the pace, we must catch the remaining people before nightfall!"
"Otherwise, I'll break each of your arms first!"
Shouting from behind, Sha Wang noticed the two in front slowing down and yelled loudly.
Kong Lin and Brother Qiao heard the shout, quickly nodded, and began to speed up.
Brother Qiao was alright, after all, he wasn't injured.
Though a bit tired, he could still endure.
But Kong Lin was struggling to keep up.
This guy first got bitten by a poisonous insect, and now his finger was swollen into a purple-black abscess.
Then he got shot in the thigh by Sha Wang, and any movement tugged at his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.
