Lin Shang was drenched all over. The moisture added a weight to his already weary form, yet he could bear the burden of dancing on death's doorstep. The only issue was the bullet in his abdomen, which caused him excruciating pain.
He knew he had to find a place to remove the bullet first, for if he continued bleeding, he might die from the blood loss.
Having plunged into the dense woods, Lin Shang waited at the spot for quite a while, around ten minutes. When no one seemed to follow him, he continued on his way.
As Lin Shang ran, he eventually spotted a house ahead of him, which looked like it belonged to a farmer.
He sprinted towards it and vaulted into a storage room on the second floor of the house.
Once inside, Lin Shang leaned against the wall and sat down. The floor was already stained with blood.
He tore open his clothes; his abdomen was practically covered in fresh blood, a bullet hole oozing dark blood, looking horrifyingly gruesome.
