"Brother, once we get to the Demon-Worshiping Cult, I'll work my way up and carve out a path of retreat for you. No matter what happens in the future, the two of us brothers will stand united, just like when we were kids. We won't be afraid of anyone!"
"That's right. Afraid of no one." Tian Wenhu's voice was gentle.
When they reached the first floor, the two headed toward the garage.
"Brother, back then, our Pioneer Corps shouldn't have retreated. If we hadn't left, our two families wouldn't have..." Tian Wenbao's voice gradually took on a sobbing tone.
"What's past is past."
Tian Wenhu supported Tian Wenbao into the garage, laid him down in the back seat, covered him with a thin blanket, and drove away from the villa.
In the darkness of night, only one car traveled down the broad road, its headlights casting a lonely beam ahead.
The faint glow of the dashboard fell across Tian Wenhu's face, leaving his expression calm and composed.
After driving for more than ten minutes, flashing lights suddenly appeared ahead.
The police lights atop the patrol cars spun and flashed.
Rows upon rows of tire spikes had been laid across the road.
Tian Wenhu glanced into the rearview mirror. Several police cars were pursuing them.
"Hold tight."
Tian Wenhu jerked the steering wheel, driving off the asphalt road and charging into the wilderness.
The car lurched over the uneven fields.
The police cars accelerated after them. One figure after another leaped from the vehicles and sprinted toward Tian Wenhu faster than the cars themselves.
"Tian Wenhu, if you turn yourself in now, there's still time!" A martial guard rushed close, raising a loudspeaker and shouting.
Tian Wenhu acted as though he had heard nothing, continuing to drive away.
The rapidly approaching