When Mo Shangjun arrived at the camp, Ding Jing was sitting by the creek cleaning the wounds on her body.
Ren Yu, on the other hand, had been thrown into the bushes by her, and at first glance, one might think Ding Jing had just taken care of Ren Yu and was now planning to wash off the bloodstains.
"So late, huh?"
Pulling out the Hunting Knife to rinse in the creek, Ding Jing glanced sideways in Mo Shangjun's direction.
With the rifle slung over her shoulder, Mo Shangjun calmly walked towards her and asked, "How long have you been here?"
Holding the knife handle, Ding Jing slid the blade through the creek water and then casually said, "About twenty minutes."
Nodding slightly, Mo Shangjun glanced toward the bushes and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"He collapsed from exhaustion."
Raising her eyebrows, Ding Jing's tone contained a hint of disdain.
A man, just running that short distance... and he actually collapsed from exhaustion.
Mo Shangjun looked at her speechlessly.
