Pristine Darkness

Chapter 89

Anks: Such a thrilling chapter, even though i know BJY is the ML, for a moment, i was really really scared while reading a certain scene...

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Translator: Shl

Editors/ Proofreaders: Anks

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Chang Baoshi saw a pair of cold, desolate eyes.

"Chang er*?" that person asked emotionlessly.

*T/N 二 (er) - literally, two. Chang Baoshi was probably the second-in-command of his gang.

Chang Baoshi quickly appraised him with a glance, while his hands clenched into fists. He was just about to attack when, unexpectedly, that man coldly said, "Don't move! Do you think your fists are faster, or my gun?"

Surprisingly, Chang Baoshi was not in the least cowed. He merely smiled grimly, remaining silent while he surreptitiously kept a lookout for an opening. At this time, that person looked up and seemed to notice that the police were already close by. He gestured at Chang Baoshi with the gun and said, "Come with me!" Chang Baoshi was taken aback. "You are not the police? Who are you?"

That person actually smiled faintly as he said, "Your saviour."

Chang Baoshi looked at him carefully once again. He was wearing a black T-shirt and black pants, trekking boots, and a cap, with a big black bag on his back. Judging from his well-proportioned and sharply defined arm muscles, this was definitely one fierce character.

Not fully trusting that person, Chang Baoshi walked in the direction indicated by the gun barrel. That person seemed to be pretty familiar with the surroundings, and used the gun to compel Chang Baoshi to move forward quickly in the direction he had come from.

Chang Baoshi said, "Hey, if we walk this way, we'll encounter the police!"

"Nope," he replied. "The most dangerous place is actually the safest. We will take the small paths and escape the police cordon.

Chang Baoshi did not say anything, but he quietly kept watching that person's every move. However, he did not dare to act rashly, because that person's gun was firmly pressed against his head.

The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the sun hid behind the clouds. Within the cool, damp forest, the two men crept forward, climbing up and down, and the sounds of the police hunt indeed became more and more distant. Moreover, the village was not far beneath them.

Suddenly, while jumping onto a rocky outcrop, Chang Baoshi staggered and stepped into a clump of thorny undergrowth. He groaned as he fell to the ground and was unable to get up.

That person jumped down, stood behind him and said, coldly, "Get up!"

Chang Baoshi huffed out painfully, "Damn it, I've been on the run for five days already! I haven't eaten or drunk anything. Brother, my foot is stuck, help me up!"

That person hesitated for a moment and coldly surveyed Chang Baoshi. Finally, he put down his gun and reached out a hand to pull him up. Chang Baoshi grabbed his hand and, with a great deal of whining and muttering, finally managed to pull his foot, covered with fresh blood, free from the thorny undergrowth. In a flash, a gun appeared in his hand, which he pointed at that person's chest, and Chang Baoshi's previously fierce and vicious visage changed entirely. With a cold and determined expression on his face, he said, in a voice like ice, "Don't move! I'm a criminal investigator!"

Don't move, I'm a criminal investigator.

This is probably the most fearful statement every criminal on earth could hear. That person's expression froze momentarily, before he slowly started to smile.