Half an hour later, Monica, dragging Xiao Mo, stumbled out of the forest, both covered in dirt as if they had been rolling in the mud. All the buttons on Monica's clothing were torn off, and her face was a mess of red and purple bruises... Xiao Mo's tank top strap had been ripped, exposing her round shoulders. Her arms were covered in scratches, and she too had a red, silent face. After sitting in the passenger seat, she didn't utter a word, sinking into a gloomy stillness like a stagnant pool.
"You guys go first, I'll cover our retreat!"
Lang Feng signaled to Monica and got into an off-road vehicle with two other bodyguards.
"Monica, Xiao Mo, what happened to you? Were you shot?" Xia Yanxin clearly felt something off about their expressions.
"No, it's nothing. While running out... we encountered a wild boar, and it slammed me against a tree!" Xiao Mo said indifferently.
Monica turned her head and glared at her—one look, a wild boar!!!
