Not Over

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ku Jin threw his motorcycle aside and leaped down, almost running straight towards the deformed car at the base of the cliff. "XIU is fucking insane! Why couldn't he pick a warmer day when it's not snowing so heavily?!"

A few guards had acted faster than him and pulled the two people out before the car's engine could explode. From a distance, Ku Jin could see them huddled around the two bodies on the ground, whose current fate was unknown.

"How are they?!" Ku Jin shouted as he approached, his eyes darting between the bloodied and battered forms of Luo Xuan and He Juan, both unconscious. His gaze instantly zeroed in on their chests which, albeit weak, still rose and fell with each breath they took.

One of the guards replied hesitantly, "They're still alive, but the degree of their injuries…"