"Tiger."
"Tiger."
"White Tiger."
In the woods.
Old Ninth was dazed,
and his injuries were growing worse.
Only then did he realize how terrifying Big Boss's Special Ability was.
With that palm strike, fat had actually seeped out of Big Boss's pores and been injected into Old Ninth's body.
The fat had completely blocked the channels inside him.
Without timely treatment, he probably wouldn't survive more than a few hours.
His fierce will to survive drove him to crawl with difficulty.
His blood left a long trail across the ground.
"I can't die yet. Tiger hasn't come back alive."
"Save Tiger. F-fuck, I have to get back to the city and get help."
"Cough, cough. Tiger, I won't let you die before me."
At that moment, it felt as though Old Ninth was the only person left in the world.
Helpless. Alone.
Blood filled the gaps between his fingers, and he had to stop for a long time after every crawling step.
Just as he was about to give out, he faintly heard the scuff of footsteps.
Three youths emerged from the darkness, shoulder to shoulder.
"How'd you end up looking this fucking awful?"
The youth froze briefly at the sight of Old Ninth's wretched state.
"Where's Little White Tiger? Didn't you bring over a hundred people?"
The three crouched curiously beside Old Ninth. One took out a gourd and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth.
The medicine in the wine cleared some of the blockage in his channels, giving Old Ninth a slim chance of survival.
Old Ninth lifted his head slightly.
The Wine Sword Spear trio stood before him, looking pleased with themselves.
"So even you have days this miserable, huh?" Xiao Jiu grinned and shook the gourd in his hand. "Caught you alone, didn't we?