I miss you so much that it hurts my heart.
Just at that moment, the sound of footsteps came from under the tree. Yan Song's eyes narrowed slightly, and without a trace, he secretly slipped the photo back into his chest pocket, right over his heart.
Soon, two groups of people came face to face on a narrow path. In such an elimination game, teaming up was the most convenient strategy. One group had five members, and the other only two—a clear and overwhelming advantage in numbers.
At first, both groups held their positions, neither daring to make the first move, quietly observing each other.
"Boss, they've only got two people. Why don't we take them out," said the young man with a crafty look as he leaned closer to the leader of the group.
"No rush. That Yellow Hair is skilled with his hands. Quite a few people have already suffered because of him. Let's not act rashly," Boss said with a calm and composed tone.
"How long are we going to wait then?"
