The voice coming from outside was anything but pleasant, but the moment he heard it, Tao Ju reflexively let out a breath of relief. It was Pawa—the Pawa who had not contacted him all day, the brat Tang Li had mentioned, a highly dangerous person who could theoretically kill him at any time.
Yet compared with the armed helicopter that had been circling overhead earlier, this guy felt downright adorable.
Tao Ju hurriedly pushed himself up from the ground. Something seemed to roll off his body and fall below—clumps of dirt, maybe?
Pawa reminded him, "Take it easy. I'm not sure how many bullets you took earlier."
"Huh?"
Tao Ju did not understand at first. He was already halfway to his feet when he noticed pain in several places on his body, though none of it was particularly intense. He instinctively reached out to touch himself. Beneath his damp, wrinkled, misshapen shirt, there were indeed wounds at the corresponding spots, piercing through the fabric and leaving something sticky behind. It seemed he was bleeding, but mixed with the effects of the humid environment, it was impossible to tell at a glance.
In the end, the pain was simply too mild.
Mm, not just his body. His face seemed to have some injuries too.
The skin and muscles there were thinner and more sensitive, but when Tao Ju touched them, they seemed to be little more than a few scratches. Besides, he felt exceptionally good overall. The previous stiffness and weakness had vanished, replaced by a sense of being fully invigorated.
Tao Ju was confused and did not dare move carelessly. He could only ask in a low voice:
"What exactly happened?"
"You're asking me? I wanted to ask you how you managed to evade those rounds of searching earlier."
"Uh..."