Yan Bubu ran so fast that when someone grabbed his arms and lifted him up, his legs were still swinging in the air. Then his neck was grasped and something hard was pressed against his temple.
He was strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe, his throat felt nauseous, and he couldn't even utter a spell, so he struggled desperately to pry the arm around his neck.
"Don't move, kid. If you move again I'll shoot you to death." A vicious voice sounded from above his head.
Yan Bubu knew clearly that there was a fundamental difference between the gun against his head and the gun he pointed at with his fingers. Since he could not use his most powerful magic, he stopped struggling and dared not move.
When he was carried back, Feng Chen and one of Chu Shi's men were circling around a broken wall. Chu Shi and others stood not far away, watching with a smile on their faces, as if they were watching a cat teasing a mouse, and some even whistled and cheered loudly.
The subordinate was originally teasing Feng Chen, but after circling around a few times, he found that the young man was surprisingly agile and as slippery as a loach. Gradually, he stopped teasing him and focused on catching him.
Feng Chen now just wanted to leave and didn't want to fight with anyone. While dodging the thug, he looked at the terrain nearby.
—Chushi and his men were some distance away from here, so he could find a chance to run away.
After going around the wall again, Feng Chen suddenly stopped. The man who was chasing him had no time to stop and was punched by him, causing his nose to bleed and he felt dizzy.
Just as Feng Chen was about to rush to the ruins on the left, he heard a man's voice coming from the front: "Hey, Feng, stop now, or I'll shoot your little follower."
Feng Chen looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yan Bubu being held in the arms of a man with a gun to his head, looking at him in panic.
His face darkened and then he stopped.
The man who was punched took the opportunity to catch up with him, twisted his arm behind his back, and pushed him heavily against the broken wall next to him.
Feng Chen was hit with a bang and let out a muffled groan of pain.
"Damn it, run, run again, are you a fucking rabbit?" The subordinate cursed viciously and kicked him in the calf.
Feng Chen held back his words, but his expression revealed pain for a moment. Yan Bubu had been motionless, but after seeing Feng Chen being beaten, he began to struggle hard again.
The men pressed Feng Chen's face against the wall and raised their fists at him, but Chu Shi said loudly and impatiently, "That's enough, why are you still fighting? Business is more important."
"Fuck you, I'll deal with you later."
The subordinates did not dare to disobey Chu Shi's order. They freed one hand to drag Feng Chen's backpack, cursing at him relentlessly.
Feng Chen's face was pressed against the wall, and his eyes met Yan Bubu's. He made a gesture of opening his mouth and biting Yan Bubu, signaling him to lower his head and bite the arm of the man who was holding his neck.
Yan Bubu looked at him without blinking, then nodded with difficulty to show that he understood.
Feng Chen slowly moved his right hand, which was countered to his back, down to touch the dagger behind his waist. He planned to stab the person behind him with the dagger, and Yan Bubu would bite the person to get away at the same time, and then he would rush over and drag Yan Bubu away.
But at this moment, Yan Bubu suddenly stopped struggling, staring behind him with his wide eyes, his face full of horror.