One second, Song Zhuguan was looming over him, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
A second later, he was kicked to the side brutally. The cracking sound that ensued told Shen Jingwei that the person who kicked him must have broken several of Song Zhuguan's ribs.
Shen Jingwei had barely taken a good look at his savior when he was pulled off the ground and wrapped in the person's trembling arms.
"It's me," he whispered. "Jingbao, it's me. You are safe now, don't worry."
Oh.
It was Yan Renzhong after all.
Exhilaration and relief coursed through Shen Jingwei, momentarily drowning out the ache of his weary body.
Some distance away from them, Song Zhuguan lay on the ground and groaned.
"Ow! Ow! Ow, my body hurts! Someone, help me!"
Shen Jingwei rolled with his eyes in resentment. For someone who a moment ago was determined to wound him, Song Zhuguan was rather quick to ask for help on his own behalf.