Green Mountain

In the dark night, Han Tong, wearing a conical hat, shattered the layers of snow curtains.

As he sprinted, a giant dragon seemed to whirl around him, involuntarily pulling snowflakes into its air stream, transforming them into a tornado trailing behind him.

Chen Ji followed closely behind, the buzzing in his ears deafening. Blood streamed down his forehead, soaking half of his face, the blood mixed with dirt distorting his features into a fierce mask.

The explosion at Bamboo Garden had been too fierce, so fierce that his innards were still burning painfully.

Chen Ji was not a professional blaster and had no clear concept of the power of gunpowder. All he knew was that he had to delay Yun Yang and Jiao Tu to prevent them from interfering with Liang Gou’er’s jailbreak.

As for whether he himself would die in the blast, whether Liang Gou’er would seek revenge afterward, or whether Han Tong would accidentally kill him, he did not care.

At this moment, the Spies split their forces, half going to rescue Jin Zhu, Yun Yang, and Jiao Tu, and half following Chen Ji to pursue Han Tong. But the two were too fast, and the Spies simply could not keep up.

Chen Ji glanced back at the Spies who had been left behind and were now out of sight, then suddenly said to Han Tong’s back, "Stop, I have something to tell you."

Han Tong stopped in the wind and snow, turned around, and demanded angrily, "Where is Bai Li? Your people said that Bai Li would be brought to Baiyi Lane tonight. Why is there no sign of her?"

Catching his breath, Chen Ji slowly approached Han Tong until he was close enough to hear him over the ringing in his ears, "What did you just say?"

Han Tong angrily repeated, "Where is Bai Li?"