"I'm fine! There's still one here."
A soft yet angry voice of Han Lei came from inside the carriage. Hearing Han Lei was okay, Da San finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Lei saved them from the brink of death. Zhao Zun assigned these wounded soldiers to Han Lei, ordering them to stay by her side, follow her commands, and protect her well.
If anything were to happen to Han Lei, they would be utterly at fault and have no face to meet Zhao Zun.
Inside the carriage, cold sweat dripped from Feng San's forehead. He gritted his teeth against the pain radiating from his thigh.
Just as the thought "It's over" flashed through his mind, he felt the curtain violently lifted, his collar grabbed from behind, and a force dragged him out of the carriage.
In the moonlight, he saw Da San's angry face and the raised black stick.
The last thing Feng San remembered was the sharp pain coming from his head, then the world plunged into darkness.
