When the man in black shouted, Tong Ran stepped back but didn't evade, instead bending down to pick up the safety rope by the cabin door. She coiled it around her palm a few times, mimicking the men's method she had remembered. The rope was hard and sturdy, coiling it was painful. She looked up at the man in black, "Can you still move your left hand?"
The man in black didn't understand what she was planning to do. His whole jacket was almost soaked with blood, "I can, but it's too dark. I don't have the Young Master's shooting skills."
"Being able to shoot is enough."
Actually, Tong Ran's whole body was in pain. She tore a piece of cloth from her clothing, wadded it up, and bit down on it in her mouth. At that moment, the sound of the approaching helicopter grew louder, its drumming filled half the sky—
