35. Ferris wheel

Blood sprayed as a triangular arrowhead deeply pierced Teng Feiyu's shoulder cavity, only coming to a halt after the majority of the arrow's body penetrated.

Thankfully, it didn't hit any vital spots.

Lin Qing caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and thought from the trajectory of the arrow that it might have gone through Teng Feiyu's chest.

Now there was no time for such thoughts. Lin Qing immediately said in a cold voice, "Hide behind me, crouch down, get closer to me! And give me another electric baton!"

"Get in front of me, quick."

Zhao Jiayi immediately pushed Teng Feiyu behind Lin Qing, while she quickly crouched down behind Teng Feiyu, passing her own electric baton to Lin Qing.

Teng Feiyu's face was pale as he gritted his teeth, ignoring the searing pain and the fresh blood seeping from his shoulder as he stumbled into a half-crouch and bent over behind Lin Qing.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"