Bead-sized drops of sweat rolled off Li Che’s forehead onto the floor, and the back of his shirt was soaked through.
Jiang Jing and the others were in no better shape; one of them, unable to bear the sheer terror, had even passed out. Chen Nanyuan, meanwhile, was paralyzed with fear while propping up the unconscious boy, positioning him right in front of himself. He had decided that if any danger appeared, he would push the boy forward as a shield without a second thought.
"Brother, could that be your sister?" Jiang Jing’s voice was as thin as a mosquito’s hum; he didn’t dare speak any louder.
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