Chapter 471
However, the man in black was knocked away by a powerful force before he could touch Abigail.
“Bang.” A muffled sound, accompanied by the crisp sound of bone dislocation, suddenly erupted.
Trevor was already standing in the rain, leaning his umbrella diagonally on the ground.
The man in black who pounced had rolled in the mud and wailed, clutching his dislocated arm.
Trevor protected Abigail behind him, his eyes cold as he looked at the man in black, saying, “Are you looking for me?”
He was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, protecting Abigail.
Abigail looked at Trevor’s profile, her eyes showing a strange color.
The man, still injured, actually came to protect me. I wasn’t sure if he was genuinely stupid or just pretending to be, thought Abigail.
Knowing full well that he would die, he still came out.
The man in black lit up when he saw Trevor. “Trevor Perkins, you’ve finally decided to come out.”
“Guys, seize him! The secret letter is on him!” said the man in black.
The man in black with the broken arm endured the excruciating pain.
He pulled out a short dagger from his waist and said, “Boss, we can’t let him escape this time! Once we get the secret letter, we can go back and collect our rewards!”
Another man in black revealed his murderous intent, saying, “You got away last time, but we’ll make you taste the agony of broken bones this time!”
He flexed his wrist and approached step by step.
Trevor pulled Abigail behind him again and whispered, “I’ll hold them off. You run down the mountain and find a hunter nearby to ask for help.”
His breathing was unsteady as he spoke.
A wave of dizziness washed over him, but his hand holding the hilt of the scimitar remained as steady as a rock.
Abigail didn’t move. She looked at the bloodstains that were faintly oozing from Trevor and said softly, “They might let you go if you push me out.”
Trevor heard that and turned back to look at her, his eyes as sharp as an eagle’s.
“I, Trevor Perkins, have not fallen so low as to have to rely on a woman to escape,” said Trevor.
As soon as he finished his words, he suddenly threw the scimitar in his hand at the leading man in black.
Taking advantage of the leading man’s dodging, he pulled Abigail and ran into the depths of the bamboo forest. The mud under their feet made every step extremely difficult.
“Want to run? No way!” The man in black reacted quickly.
He waved his scimitar to block the flying scimitar and shouted sharply, “Chase them. They can’t run far!”
Trevor pulled Abigail and charged left and right in the bamboo forest. The mud under their feet made every step extremely difficult.
“This way!” Abigail suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto a narrow path.
The path was more rugged than the previous one, with thorny brambles growing on both sides, but it was clearly rarely visited.
Her movements were unusually agile, and she walked on the wet mountain road as if it were flat ground, completely unlike the weak and helpless woman she had been before.
Trevor’s heart stirred, and he was about to ask a question.
Behind them came the black-clothed man’s roar, “Don’t let them run! There’s a cliff ahead!”
Trevor looked up and found that at the end of the bamboo forest, a gray sky was revealed not far ahead, and he could vaguely see a cliff face.
Trevor’s heart sank, and he was about to turn around to meet the enemies.
However, Abigail suddenly stopped. She pulled out the wooden hairpin from her hair and quickly drew a few strange symbols in her palm.
“Hold on to me tight!” she whispered, pulling Trevor toward the cliff.
Just as they were about to fall off the cliff, Abigail slammed the wooden hairpin into the base of an old bamboo stalk next to them.
A strange thing happened: the old bamboo slowly moved to the side, revealing an opening just large enough for one person to pass through.
“Get in quickly!” Abigail pushed Trevor in and followed closely behind.
She pulled out the wooden hairpin, and the old bamboo immediately returned to its original state, tightly sealing the entrance.
The sound of footsteps and angry curses came from the black-clothed men behind them.
However, they did not find the hidden entrance.
Trevor leaned against the cold stone wall, panting.
He took in his surroundings by the dim light filtering through the cracks in the entrance.
It seemed to be a naturally formed cave, dry and tidy inside, with some dry grass and a flint in the corner.
“Did you know there was a cave here all along?” Trevor looked at Abigail with a complicated expression.
Her actions just now were definitely not something an ordinary hunter woman could do.
Abigail didn’t answer, but took out a small fire starter from her arms, blew it alight, and lit the dry grass in the corner.
The warm firelight immediately illuminated the entire cave, as well as the complex expression on her face.
“I didn’t mean to lie to you,” she said softly. “I am indeed a member of the Thirteen Tribes, but I have no malicious intentions.”
Trevor was horrified and was about to ask a question.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from outside the cave, like someone was knocking on bamboo.
Abigail’s expression changed, and she quickly blew out the fire. “They found us!”
She pulled up Trevor and said, “Come with me. There’s another way out here.”
Trevor followed her through the narrow cave and discovered there was a whole other world inside.
It was a well-connected karst cave, filled with strange and unusual stalactites.
The stalagmites on the ground were uneven, and one could easily fall if one weren’t careful.
Abigail was clearly familiar with the place and could walk quickly even in the dark.
They ran in the cave for about thirty minutes before they finally heard the sound of the stream outside.
Abigail signaled Trevor to stop and carefully pushed aside the vines at the entrance of the cave to look out.
The rain outside subsided a lot, and the stream became turbulent due to the rain. There was no one on the bank.
Abigail turned back and told Trevor, “We’ll go out from here and follow the stream downstream to get rid of them.”
Trevor nodded and was about to follow her out.
Suddenly, he heard a sneer behind him, “Do you think you can run away like this?”
Trevor turned his head sharply and saw that three men in black had chased in at some point.
The leader of the men in black had a smug smile on his face and said, “Hand over the secret letter, and I can give you a quick death.”
Trevor sneered, “Come and get it yourself if you can!”
As soon as he finished his words, he took the lead and rushed forward.
He was still agile, although he had no weapon.
Trevor dodged the man in black’s scimitar and punched him in the chest.
The man in black did not expect Trevor could still have such a fast speed in such a weak state and was forced back a few steps.
The other two men in black immediately stepped forward to besiege him. Trevor fought one against two and gradually felt overwhelmed.
Trevor’s dizziness was getting stronger and stronger, and his wound began to ache faintly.
The men in black saw that Trevor was not in a good state.
They looked at each other and attacked him together.
Just as Trevor was about to die at the hands of the three men in black, a soft whip suddenly came through the air.
With a snap, it accurately hit the wrists of the three men.
Although the sound of the whip was not loud, it caused lacerations when it struck the flesh.
Trevor looked at Abigail in surprise, only to see that her expression had changed. “If you want to kill him, ask the whip in my hand first,” said Abigail.
She knew martial arts.