He didn't even glance at his wound, instead turning to look at the explosion site, which was less than ten meters away from him!
"Yeh Xiao!"
Yeh Hannian shouted angrily, "What's going on? Has Li Jian caught up?"
Yeh Xiao spat out a mouthful of dirt hurriedly and was about to speak when suddenly a lazy chuckle interrupted:
"I didn't blow it up."
Yeh Hannian's body stiffened.
Almost instantly upon hearing the voice, he looked in its direction.
Li Jian stood with hands on his hips, his jacket open, his waistline grasped in his hands. As he moved, the lines of his abs were faintly visible beneath his inner shirt. A black belt buckle hugged his military trousers tightly against his thighs, and his military boots left riveted footprints in the wet soil.
Countless soldiers stood behind him.
Yeh Hannian looked around, the wind was calm, and there were no other sounds apart from the trees swaying in the breeze.
His heart sank abruptly.
