Wang Xiaoshuai suppressed the impulse at the bottom of his heart and only told Li Yifeng and Zhao Jingjing to wait for his return before he hurriedly ran down the mountain.
He was afraid that if he stayed in the cave any longer, he wouldn't be able to resist meting out justice on Zhao Jingjing right there and then.
Besides, Li Yifeng was right beside him, and he did not want to lose this brotherhood.
Zhao Jingjing watched Wang Xiaoshuai's departing figure, feeling an emptiness inside her.
Boom, boom, boom...
After several loud noises, Wang Xiaoshuai felt like a race car speeding at full throttle, the pedal floored.
His entire body was emitting heat, with each pore opening up, greedily inhaling the cool mountain air.
His throat was so parched it was unbearable, and his eyes were so red they seemed to bulge out.
This was a sensation he had never experienced before; his internal organs and every inch of skin were enduring searing torment.