First Lady

The birds perched on the trees were awakened, flapped their wings, and flew away one after another. The dead forest seemed to be alive for a while.

The young man gritted his teeth, was too close, and his eardrums hurt from the shock. He rubbed his fleshy face impatiently, looked down at the bloody ear, and turned his back to Duke Vincent's face, showing A sarcastic smile.

If it was just a moment ago, he might still pretend to be concerned and ask: Mr. Duke, are you all right?

But now he really wanted to just take out his gun and give him a shot. It was almost dawn, and he was still trying to get that boy Chu Qiao to pay attention.

Duke Vincent covered his only half of the ear and kept whining. He looked around anxiously and shouted in pure Mandarin: "Who the hell... come out if you have the guts, don't play tricks." [

Duke Vincent's China knowledge these years is not in vain, and he uses Chinese idioms quite accurately.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain from his left hand covering his left ear.

Duke Vincent trembled all over, turning his neck stiffly.

Four fingers were slashed by the sharp weapon, and even the bones were cut neatly, leaving only one layer of skin peeled off.

Blood flowed out slowly, exposing the white bones, like a broken branch, which could be torn apart with a light tug.

When Duke Vincent saw it, he let out an even more miserable scream. He couldn't tell whether it was because of pain or fear.

Fortunately, this time the young man was prepared to cover his ears before he screamed.

When he caught a glimpse of the four broken fingers, not only did he not show any fear on his handsome face, but he narrowed his eyes and smiled very happily.

Looking up at a big tree behind Duke Vincent, he saw a thin blade nailed into the bark on the thick trunk. The blade was very small.

If it weren't for his excellent eyesight, he wouldn't be able to see at such a distance and visibility.

Duke Vincent didn't have the energy to think why he was laughing, his body was stained with blood, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.

He pushed the young man hard with his uninjured hand: "Go...you go find them, go quickly...or I will kill you."

Following his strength, the young man fell back two or three steps, the smile on his face deepened, and a calm demeanor exuded from his body.

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