202 The Trust Of Men (2/2)

He wondered if Rin was having less of a shitty day than him. He bet she was. In comparison to him, the girl was less impulsive. A smile flashed across his eyes.

An Sun crawled out from beneath the bear and withdrew his sword from its mouth, before sliding the longsword back into its scabbard. He walked toward the group, and his eyes caught sight of Fan Mingli leaning weakly against a tree.

An Sun's eyes narrowed, and he quickly squatted down. Pulling aside the fabric of his pants, Fan Mingli groaned in pain. An Sun ignored his cry of pain and lowered his gaze on his leg. His gaze went cold.

”Why didn't anyone start treating it?” An Sun's voice was usually magnetic and calm, but now it was coated in icicles, making the men shiver in fright.

A mix of emotions warped their faces until finally, their expressions stiffened.

”U-Uh well…” One of the men stuttered.

They had already been ashamed and aggrieved the moment An Sun jumped in first to save Fan Mingli while they watched. Now hearing his cold, menacing voice filled with annoyance, their guilt deepened.

”Can we move him somewhere?”

An Sun grit his teeth and took in a deep breath before he managed to get his temper under control. However, this action made his features look even more chilly.

”If we move him, he won't ever be able to use this leg of his ever again.”

A sudden silence descended over the party. The men looked at An Sun uneasily, and no one dared to speak. An Sun saw Fan Mingli's face change and the other men exchanged glances. He sighed. His eyes landed on his injured ankle once again.

Without any particular expression on his face, An Sun said, ”That is if we don't treat it in time. If it's treated properly, we can move him and rest somewhere, then bring him back in the morning. Injured or dead, we don't leave a man behind.”

Oddly enough, his indifferent voice gave the men a huge sense of relief, calm without a ripple of shock, sounding like all would be fine. Fan Mingli stole a glance at the cold faced man and a new spark of light seem to flash within his gaze.

For many of the men at that moment, a new sense of admiration for An Sun developed.

…

After treating Fan Mingli's wound to the best of their capabilities, An Sun ordered three of the men to come along with him to find shelter, while the rest stay and guard Fan Mingli.

When they went out to search, it seemed warmer. Though the wind had died by then and the sun was higher in the sky.

The men who followed An Sun walked in the back with awkward expressions. After witnessing An Sun not only courageously save Fan Minglil, but also slay a bear, their intimidation heightened.

Meanwhile, An Sun was squatting near the ground, tracing evident footprints in the dirt. His eyes curved into an unexpected smile that sent chills down the men's backs. Not even a few minutes later, a cave appeared near the end of the forest, hidden by a row of trees.

While the other men were stunned, An Sun indifferently turned back, ”Let's return and bring the others. We'll set up camp here for the night.”

When they brought the others back to the cave, An Sun sat heavily on a flat rock as the others settled in. His arm was throbbing. He ignored the looks they gave him, the silent caution in their gazes, and pulled up his sleeve. A bloody gash ran across his arm. It was a ghastly sight.

Fan Mingli gasped. ”You're injured?”

Hearing the shock and almost disbelief in his voice, An Sun raised an eyebrow and chuckled coldly.

”Do you think I'm invincible?”

”That…” Fan Mingli stumbled on his words.

It wasn't just Fan Mingli; none of the men noticed An Sun was injured. From the beginning, his movements and actions were that of a woundless man.

”I'll still be able to use this arm for the hunt. Although my movements may be a little strained.” An Sun said and tore a piece of cloth to bandage the wound.

”You're still going to hunt?”

An Sun cast a glance at the group of men, his eyes seemingly dull.

The words that came out of his mouth were like daggers as he laughed mockingly. ”Do you think I'd rely on you to hunt?”

It didn't take a genius to grasp the meaning of his words. If he couldn't rely on them to save him when he was attacked, how could he rely on them to hunt for more animals?

Buried in their upset reflection, the men didn't dare look up at An Sun's expression. Ignoring their guilt, he stood up.

”Where are you going?” A troop member couldn't help but blurt out.

Without turning his back, An Sun responded.

”To get dinner. I don't plan on starving tonight.”

The troop who asked stood awkwardly while staring at the cave entrance. Even though he was injured, he still planned on hunting.

So cool...