Chapter 932: Drawing the Bow

Looking at the mountain, you could kill a horse with hope.

But after a fierce struggle, the forest at the foot of the mountain was already within reach.

Between the sparse trees, Bi Fang maneuvered the massive off-road vehicle like a fish darting to and fro, until the trees became too densely packed and could no longer accommodate the size of the car. Only then did he gradually step on the brakes.

Small stones flew out from under the crushing wheels, scraping against tree bark leaving shallow marks. The front bumper plowed through the bushes, sliding down the terrain and carving a clear dry path on the ground, finally coming to a stop beside a tree and on a bare patch of ground that had been cleared.

The faint smell of burnt rubber began to spread amongst the trees, mingling with the choking scent of dust and smoke.

Bi Fang, opening the car door, stepped out with a crunching sound as his shoes ground against the pebbles. He coughed twice and shut the car door.