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Chapter 82 Escape

The night wind grew stronger, and the chill seeped into my bones.

The night in Jinjialing Village was pitch black, like a frozen painting. Suddenly, a movement occurred in the haystacks on the threshing ground behind the village. A hand covered in dried bloodstains emerged from the haystack, gripped the ground tightly, and used it to prop itself up.

The person who emerged was Li Mo.

He was already at his limit and had no strength to escape. He had just managed to move to a haystack to hide, keeping a close eye on the unfinished house in the distance the whole time. Not long after, Sun Tiemei and her group arrived by car, and everyone got out and went inside.

He had been patiently observing until all five groups of vehicles had driven away and there was no more movement. His taut nerves snapped, his vision went black, and he fainted on the spot in the haystack.

When I woke up again, it was already midnight.

The pain from the fracture in his right ankle was excruciating; even the slightest movement felt like the fracture was being repeatedly pierced by steel needles. The heavy blow to his back had damaged his lungs and internal organs; each cough was accompanied by bloody froth. He could only press his chest down tightly, afraid to make a sound.

He propped himself up and sat up, then broke off a few tree branches and used strips of cloth to tightly wrap around his ankle, thus securing the injured bone.

He was too weak to deal with anyone, let alone someone with superpowers; even ordinary villagers could easily subdue him. The village was open and easy to spot, so he dared not linger and had to find a place to treat his injuries as soon as possible.

He is currently in a dead end on three sides.

Although the four bearded men were also injured, if they saw him in his current state, they would definitely fight back with their lives. Although these men weren't very bright, given time, they would surely come to their senses and realize that Li Mo's previous domineering attitude was all a facade.

Secondly, there's Cheng Yao's faction. After Huanlang's death, some people in the organization secretly suspected Li Mo, and today's internal strife provided Cheng Yao with an excellent excuse to conclude that Li Mo had defected to the Supernatural Abilities Bureau and murdered his own brothers. Cheng Yao's side will definitely take this opportunity to purge the old Red Falcon members and completely eradicate their lineage.

Finally, there's the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities. Even though he saved Chen's mother and helped Team Five out of their predicament, he knew Sun Tiemei's style. Personal favors are one thing, duty is another; they would never let him go for it. Even if they didn't kill him, arresting him was a certainty.

He couldn't go into the village right now, as there were too many uncontrollable risks. The only way out was the remote and rugged mountain path behind the mountain.

Li Mo gritted his teeth, leaned on his wooden stick, and turned into the forest.

The mountain path was overgrown with weeds and riddled with potholes, making it difficult for even able-bodied people to walk, let alone someone with a fractured ankle and serious injuries. He repeatedly jabbed the wooden stick into the soft mud, supporting most of his weight. Occasionally, he would slip and lose his balance, causing his injured foot to suddenly bear the weight, and excruciating pain would instantly sweep through his body, forcing him to break out in a cold sweat.

His face was covered in blood and sweat, making him feel uncomfortable. The old wounds on his arms and calves were all torn open, and his clothes were soaked with blood. He endured the excruciating pain and kept moving forward without stopping.

He used to travel this mountain path often in his younger days. After crossing two mountains, he found a retired folk doctor living in the next village. The doctor wasn't part of the organization, but he had received a great favor from Red Falcon and had always been grateful. In all of Linchuan, if anyone dared to treat him, this doctor was the only choice.

Throughout the journey, Li Mo kept thinking about the conflict inside the unfinished house.

The bearded man and his gang had risked their lives alongside Red Falcon; they were not entirely brainless. Without backup, they would never have dared to openly attack him. But when he uttered the words, "Offer Cheng Yao a pledge of allegiance," the bearded man instantly panicked; the answer was clear.

Li Mo knew Cheng Yao's thoughts all too well. The Phantom Wolf was brutal and possessed its own bizarre logic, while Cheng Yao was a complete psychopath who wanted to destroy everything. But what was most terrifying about him wasn't his temperament or superpowers, but his cunning and scheming.

After Red Falcon's death, he began to plot in secret, and Phantom Wolf was merely a pawn he used to test the situation. After Phantom Wolf was captured, he instigated infighting among Red Falcon's former subordinates, such as this kidnapping, which must have been orchestrated by Cheng Yao.

Even if Li Mo hadn't sought out the four kidnappers, they would have approached him first, forcing him to make a choice. To yield would be tantamount to colluding with Cheng Yao. To refuse would mean a complete break with his former subordinates, leading to conflict and even the infamy of betraying the organization and defecting to the Supernatural Abilities Bureau.

No matter what choice is made, it will be what Cheng Yao wants.

The more he thought about it, the colder his heart felt. Li Mo wiped the blood and cold sweat from his face, feeling utterly exhausted. Unbeknownst to him, he had been forcibly placed on the opposite side of everyone.

Meanwhile, another escape route was being taken.

Compared to Li Mogu's miserable escape in the mountains, the four with bushy beards were slightly more relaxed.

The Mediterranean-style car was traveling at an extremely high speed, and the atmosphere inside was oppressive. The bespectacled man's eyes were completely destroyed, his face was covered in blood, and his body was convulsing uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, not daring to utter a sound. Shanzi lay unconscious in the back seat, breathing weakly, his face deathly pale, and blood constantly seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The bearded man covered his bleeding left eye, half his face completely numb, the wound burning with excruciating pain. Hatred and fear intertwined in his heart. He regretted listening to others' advice and deliberately provoking Li Mo, but what use was regret now?

"Big brother, we can't go to a big hospital." Mediterranean gripped the steering wheel, his palms sweating profusely. "With such a commotion, the Supernatural Abilities Bureau must have already deployed a nationwide manhunt for us."

"If we don't go to the hospital, what will happen to Shanzi? Are we just going to watch him die?" The bearded man's voice was full of violence and helplessness.

"All public hospitals are registered online; if we go there, we'll be walking into a trap!" Mediterranean retorted urgently.

Backseat Mountain's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and the bespectacled man's convulsions became more frequent. Their injuries continued to worsen, and if this dragged on any longer, neither of them would survive.

The bearded man was well aware of the dangers of large hospitals, but there was another place that could treat them, except for that person... However, Shanzi and Glasses were on the verge of death, so he couldn't worry about that anymore.

He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Go find the Ghost Doctor."

Upon hearing this, Mediterranean's voice trembled: "Find...find him? Brother, do we really have to do this?"

"At this point, do we even have a choice?" The bearded man asked wearily and helplessly. "Let's save Shanzi first."

Without another word, Mediterranean immediately sped up, changed lanes, and drove straight to the outskirts of the city.

The car eventually stopped in front of a deserted detached house. The surroundings were desolate and deserted, with only a pale medical light on, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The group got out of the car in a disheveled state. The Mediterranean-haired man carefully carried Shanzi on his back, while the bearded man supported the bespectacled man who was convulsing. They staggered into the building.

There was no one in the living room, but the air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, which even masked the smell of blood on them.

Just as the group was at a loss, the inner door slowly opened. A man in a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses walked out with a bright smile on his face.

"He was badly injured."

The man's voice was warm, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

The bearded man's heart tightened, and he pleaded urgently, "No matter the cost, save them first!"

The man looked up at him, licking his lips. "Injured like this, have you completely broken ties with Li Mo?"