Chapter 295 - Finally Escaped (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The moment she entered, the man in the black shirt on the wooden chair didn’t move but opened his eyes as she hurried toward him.

His deep, black eyes fell on her face.

Ji Nuan hurried up to Mo Jingshen, handed him the water from the tray, and whispered as the men outside, without Dali’s urging, didn’t come to watch, “Feng Ling and Nan Heng will be coming soon, and there will be a great gunfight here. The men were busy enough with coping with the helicopter, and don’t have time to watch us. You need to keep your physical strength. Come on, drink some water.”

Ji Nuan had not spoken for more than two days, so her voice was hoarse but clear enough for him to hear.

Mo Jingshen’s eyes dropped slightly; he took a glance at Ji Nuan’s hand that was still wrapped around with the white cloth.

He didn’t have time to ask her why on earth she had come to Cambodia and how she had been caught. A chill flitted across his brows as he saw her fingers, which were redder and more swollen than the day before.

And at the same moment, his eyes went cold, and he whispered, “Someone is coming.”

Ji Nuan was about to feed him water when she stopped and took a step back. Holding the bowl in both hands, she continued to stand there obediently to ask him to eat.

Dali heard that Ji Nuan had come early in the morning to deliver the food as he asked and took time to come here to have a look. Seeing Ji Nuan trembling in fear outside the door, he glanced at Mo Jingshen again.

Mo Jingshen sat there without any expression.

The bowl of water and food remained untouched.

Dali didn’t have time to keep an eye on Ji Nuan today. After a couple of words to the people outside the cabin, he turned back with a cold face to see Aqib.

But the men outside were already watching them, so Ji Nuan calmly looked up at Mo Jingshen.

The sound of the helicopter came closer, even closer than it had been the night before. The camp was in a tumult at the moment. The men outside saw that Ji Nuan had been standing in the room without speaking or moving and that Mo Jingshen had been doing nothing. They watched for a while and then went to the front with their guns, leaving only two men here who didn’t pay much attention to them anymore after finding nothing unusual.

Ji Nuan silently stared at Mo Jingshen. When she saw him silently nod, she suddenly opened the door and ran out, screaming in panic and pointing to the approaching helicopters in the sky, as if she was scared.

The two men on guard saw her running as fast as she could. Anyone not connected to their gang was suspicious in this situation, so seeing that she had run away, the two men simply raised their guns and aimed at her, intending to kill her to avoid future trouble.

As they both focused their attention on aiming at Ji Nuan, they didn’t notice the man coming out of the cabin behind them, nor did they notice that he was holding a couple of hard stone bowls, which immediately struck them in the most vulnerable position at the back of their necks. It was too late when the two men recovered from the pain and were about to raise their guns. Because of the dull pain in the back of their neck and numbness in the head, their actions slowed down. In a moment, Mo Jingshen grabbed both guns, then bent his arm and struck them hard in the eye socket and abdomen with his elbow. The two men had no time to resist before they were knocked to the ground.

The two men were lying on their hands and knees, shouting a great deal of gibberish, but the helicopters were too noisy, and the men in the front of the camp didn’t hear them or come to their aid. They didn’t expect that the man who had not eaten for four or five days could still knock them down!