Mo Beiyan turned around.
Damn, Nannan shrank its little body in fear, its tiny eyes round and wide, it had mistaken and thought its master had come to pick it up...
"Roar—"
It turned around to try and jump down, Mo Beiyan glanced at it, reaching out to grab it, "Where did this fat cat come from?"
Nannan's pair of blue eyes stared at his handsome face, recognizing a slight resemblance to Mo Nanjue's features. Only then did the little creature relax its vigilance, rarely becoming meek, and extending its small tongue to lick the back of his hand.
Mo Beiyan's lips curled upwards.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out, Mo Beiyan abruptly snapped out of his thoughts, he tucked Nannan under his arm and turned to sprint deeper into the jungle.
But the people above had upper ground, while he remained hidden, his moving figure clear under the binoculars, and by the time Mo Beiyan looked up again, seven helicopters had surrounded him.
The man's eyebrows furrowed tightly.
