A Furious Counterattack

"Tian Dongmin, what shall we do?" Wang Taiming supported Tian Dongmin with one arm, feeling vulnerable, and asked. "Shall we run?"

"I… I cannot run, I really cannot run anymore!" Tian Dongmin wiped the blood from his forehead and asked, "Can you still walk? If you can walk, go ahead!"

"What nonsense, how could I leave now?" Wang Taiming pulled hard at Tian Dongmin's arm, trying to lift him up from the ground.

They could hear footsteps hurrying through the woods ahead. The two old experts were frightened and held their breath. Three minutes later, a tomb robber holding a hunting rifle stood in front of them.

"Wow! Caught the two old guys!" The tomb robber pointed his hunting rifle at Wang Taiming's head and said, "Goodbye, do not miss me!"

Swoosh…