Chapter 843: Guess that’s no longer our concern now
Many questions lingered in Primo’s mind about why this man, known as Mr. M, came to his rescue. He knew Moose, or rather, had heard about him in the underground. Moose, a figure known in the underground, operated in the gray areas between legality and the shadows. But Primo had deeper knowledge other than what was common.
Moose was once part of the enigmatic Reapers, adding shock to Primo’s surprise at the mention of his connection to Dominic way back.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The roar of gunfire rattled behind them as Primo hunkered down on Moose’s motorcycle. Bullets pierced the air, urging him to grip tighter as they careened through rough terrain.
"Argh!" a grunt escaped his gritted teeth, feeling the pain from his injuries. "Watch it, man! You have an injured man back here!"
"Sure thing." Moose’s reply dripped with sarcasm.
Primo clicked his tongue in irritation but was unable to refute the sarcasm. This was not a situation where they had to be careful. It was a matter of survival.
"Just keep going — why are we even going the other way!?" he yelled, wrestling his rifle into position.
"Haven’t you studied the geography of the forest?!" Moose shot back while Primo carefully moved back a little to make some room.
"Heaven Liu didn’t give me a map!" Primo retorted. "All I know is the area I explored, which you probably know by now, isn’t much!"
Primo launched a round of gunfire, aiming at everyone within sight. His assaults aimed to either slow them down or take them down completely. Either way, it didn’t matter much. Getting caught would mean they would die. They might as well try their best to survive by any means. Nothing new.