Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 4.1 - Night in Lumbini (1)

"Are you nuts?!" Struggling against him, Wang Wenhao wanted to grab the dagger, but he had only just lifted his arm before Cheng Muyun's two fingers were gripping his throat.

There was not even a sliver of a gap. No oxygen was allowed to pass through into him.

Wang Wenhao's head was arched backwards. His two hands grasped wildly at Cheng Muyun's wrists, fighting as he tried to break free using all his strength born from the urge to live. Utterly useless.

The torrential rain interspersed with thumb-sized chunks of ice pelted down on Wang Wenhao's face.

In that split second, the memory was called up in his mind of that night when he first entered the smuggling trade, of that instant when he, his eyes constantly looking around him, had taken the money with trembling hands, only to have it ripped from him again and a gleaming knife thrust at him. That had once been his moment of greatest fear, where he had believed he would die in that corner of Moscow's railway station. Later, his business grew bigger and bigger, while in contrast, that fear had faded.

There was no problem that money could not solve.

But now, this here, it wasn't the same! This was completely different!

His gaze, which was blurred due to lack of oxygen, saw hell.

Something was swaying back and forth. It was the image before his eyes, as well as his own body...

Wen Han was frantically shaking Cheng Muyun's arm, crying out, "You let him go! Let him go!" She had run all the way over here, falling two times on the way, and her face was completely splattered with muddy water.

He shifted his gaze slightly, turning it onto her.

Inside those eyes that were red due to high fever was the reflection of Wen Han's face, her hair chaotically splayed over her shoulders. "You madman! Let go of him!" Wen Han was trembling from fear, but still she shoved at him with all her might, not knowing at all that beneath his sodden clothing, separated from her by only a layer of cloth, were all the wounds he had sustained two nights ago.

With the eyes of everyone on him, he released Wang Wenhao and pulled his dagger that was stabbed in the soil back out. His lips were pressed together and curled up in a dangerous-looking arc.

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All the men who witnessed this scene felt their hearts quaking and their flesh creeping. The women, on the other hand, seemed as if they were watching something exhilarating, and while they were at it, they let their hearts pound rapidly for this hand-to-hand combat that had taken place between the two men. That was just too manly! Too hot-blooded!

Of course, this did not include Wen Han.

Just now, when she had stopped them from a close distance, she had also been struck with fear because of his rage. When they were back inside the tent, Wang Wenhao's face was pale as he incessantly downed hot water and also told them, tomorrow, they absolutely had to get away from this tourist group, get away from that man. She was still clutching her right hand tightly with her left, caught in retrospective fear.

The two guides came to make peace, their palms continuously pressed together as they apologized. They also said that those two men would be leaving tomorrow.

"What? They're leaving tomorrow?" There was an obvious touch of disappointment along with Agnesa's surprise.

Roman grew even more displeased, grumbling that Agnesa could not even differentiate between friends and enemies, that after her own friend had been given a beating, she would still keep thinking about the other party.