Chapter 58
Fenn, running ahead, gradually slowed down. Cliff behind him finally caught up.
"Fenn... you ran too fast." Cliff rested one hand on Fenn's shoulder, bending over and breathing heavily.
Fenn didn't respond. Cliff's mouth gaped open as he struggled to raise his head.
A tall figure on a black horse appeared before them. The figure stood under a tree, wearing a cowboy hat, face unclear.
Then that person slowly drew an axe from a bag at the horse's side. The axe gleamed coldly under the night light.
The black horse impatiently ground its hoof against the ground, snorted irritably, and stared directly at the two men.
Fenn didn't dare move. Fear gripped his throat, preventing him from making a sound.
"Run!" Cliff suddenly pulled Fenn and fled into the woods to the side.
Fenn finally regained control of his body and tried to follow Cliff.
Caesar also moved. Night Fury charged forward fiercely, head down, with momentum suggesting it wanted to ram Fenn to death.
The sharp axe raised. The instant Caesar approached Fenn, he swung downward through the air.
The axe sliced through Fenn's arm. Accompanied by flying blood and severed hand, Fenn actually ran several more steps before reacting.
Fenn clutched his arm, letting out a horrific scream.
Cliff looked back.
Fenn held his arm, rolling on the ground screaming.
That figure on the black horse stood behind Fenn, raising the executioner's axe high.
Moonlight flashed across the blade. Without a moment's hesitation, it fell.
Cliff didn't look back again. He knew Fenn was done for. He could only run forward with his head down, trying to escape that dark shadow.
But Cliff hadn't run many meters before he saw several similar dark shadows appear ahead.
Lloyd on a white horse appeared in the moonlight. Cliff saw his face clearly and only heard him say, "Cliff, hurry up and run!"
"Run!"
Cliff changed direction, fleeing in terror toward another direction.
"Let's go. Whoever kills him gets him." Lloyd glanced left and right at his companions, pulling a lasso from the pack on his horse's back.
Colby charged out first. Tate followed close behind.
Ryan pulled out a handgun and tilted his head at Lloyd. "Let's go."
Lloyd irritably urged his horse forward, swinging the lasso. "You're no fun with a gun."
"Safety is most important." Ryan tossed out that line and rode his horse at full gallop, leaving Lloyd behind.
Seeing the three ride away, Lloyd's lips curled into a smile. "Oh really? Not taking this old man seriously, huh? Little punks, let me open your eyes."
Lloyd tugged the reins. The white horse immediately changed direction, galloping madly to one side, disappearing into the forest in the blink of an eye.
In the dark deep woods, Cliff ran wildly.
His chest worked violently like a broken bellows. Cliff gasped heavily, not daring to stop for a moment, occasionally looking back, his eyes full of terror.
"Fuck, a bunch of lunatics."
Cliff ran behind a thick tree and hid, leaning against it while trying to steady his breathing, his eyes full of venom.
"Want to hunt me? I'll break your teeth too!"
"Let's see who's really the prey!"
Cliff drew the two handguns from his waist, released the safeties, and slowly crouched down.
The ground trembled slightly. Someone was approaching.
A fierce light flashed in Cliff's eyes, his lips curling up slightly.
Coming!
Cliff carefully counted the rhythm in his heart, estimating the person's timing, but he didn't notice that moonlight shone on him, leaving a shadow on the ground.
"Where did that bastard go?"
A middle-aged male voice sounded. Cliff's hand gripping the handgun tightened. He held his breath.
"Look again. We can't let him escape. Lloyd said to hang him up."
A woman's voice.
Want to hang me up? I'll kill you first, bitch.
Cliff's expression turned vicious. Closer, closer.
The sound of hoofbeats was right at his ear. This was the moment.
Cliff seized the opportunity and flashed out from behind the tree, his face wearing a gleeful smile. "You sons of bitches, all of you die!"
When Cliff saw clearly the scene before him, accompanied by gunshots, the smile on his face instantly vanished, transforming into pain.
Before him weren't those two hateful figures—only Cliff's teammates.
They were bound to two large trees, mouths covered, faces streaming with tears and snot, so scared they'd wet themselves.
Cliff's several shots hit right into two team members. They looked at Cliff with hatred.
Cliff fell to the ground, quickly suppressing the guilt in his heart, wanting to defend against the enemy.
Colby and Tate emerged from two places and directly opened fire.
They hit Cliff's wrists. Cliff let out a scream and the handguns fell to the ground.
"Ahhh!!!"
Cliff writhed on the ground like a maggot. After squirming, Cliff suddenly stood up, enduring the pain and running forward.
Both hands could only swing at his sides. Blood spattered on the grass.
"If you're going to die, die cleanly! Don't interfere with me surviving!"
Cliff's forehead veins bulged. Like defending himself, and like convincing his own heart, he roared loudly.
He stumbled forward, but unfortunately his injuries were too severe. Cliff finally collapsed before a tree.
Cliff's cheeks were stained with his own blood. He leaned against the tree, waiting for the sound of approaching hoofbeats.
In a flash, Colby and Tate appeared on horseback before Cliff. Colby looked at him and asked mockingly.
"When you were robbing us, did you think you'd have this moment?"
Cliff sneered. "Are you still a child?"
"But if I'd known I'd have this moment, I definitely would have killed you and stolen all your food."
Cliff roared angrily, "I don't regret it! I don't regret it!"
Colby smiled with relief. "I don't regret making a move against you either."
Speaking of which, Colby drew a sickle from his pack. On the upright sickle, moonlight's reflection flashed past.
"Don't worry. Knowing I'd come for revenge tonight, I sharpened the sickle very well."
Colby lowered the sickle and gently urged the horse forward. The horse took small steps forward.
Speed continuously increased. Small steps became large strides. Colby, riding the horse's high speed, readied the sickle, preparing to behead with one strike.
Cliff raised his head, wanting to welcome death.
Just then, a lasso flew out, firmly catching Cliff's head, strangling Cliff's throat. Great force pulled Cliff away from the sickle.
The sickle struck the tree trunk, sending wood chips and fragments flying.
"Colby, as a cowboy, you're still too merciful toward enemies."
An aged voice sounded. Colby and Tate looked up—it was Lloyd.
Lloyd lifted the lasso in his hand, proud like a little kid. "This prey belongs to me. I'll show you how to toy with prey to death."